It's the sleep thing again. Obviously everyone on here being a member, former member, or potential member of the Royal Navy/Royal Marines/Merchant Marine plus a Pongo or two has a certain degree of class. Foreign mercenary walts are not included. But, though I'm dead classy in a poor underachieving sort of way I do have weaknesses - and I'm sure everyone has something to confess - flying geese on the wall for example? Apart from 2DD from what I've been told who's a right posh fucker. My confession? A bottle of 'Matlow's (sic) Rosé' when I have a curry. I know, I know, I know! - and if my wine merchant got to know I'd be blacklisted. Come on then commoners, we all have these skeletons. Spill the haricot beans.