He is, so there. I have just started on one of my lifes new adventures, this time I've decided to be a trucker for a while.....sounds easy...well I thought so. Fcuk me, was I wrong. I took my class 1 test years ago, about 14...but, just like riding a bike isn't it, once you learn you never forget. So there I am Thursday morning at O' sparrow fart o'clock keys in hand looking at a fcuking monster of a vehicle which has more nobbly bits on the gear lever than a cock with penile warts. So, picture the scene, a very worried looking blobbs and a very worried looking truck. ...........Then....enter stage left....an ex Bootie..."alright mate, you looked fcuked, need a hand"....I could of kissed him. So my gaurdian angel talked me around the cab, "reminded" me how to fill in a tacho and basically sheperded me for an hour until he was happy I knew what I was doing. Then at each of my next 3 drops (reversing something bigger than a row of terraced houses isn't easy) There was an ex Bootie already doing a drop and each one of them came forward and helped me out...quality. So God really is a Bootneck and certainly looks after his own. :thumright: Happy crimbo folks.