I can remember while I was at the Indi. there was a number of boxing tournaments, and all boys had to fight. The number of rounds fought being two. By sheer good fortune, on the tournament day, I had a huge boil on my left upper leg, and I got out of the boxing match. I did not get off scot free. The C/O a Mr Wade sent me up to LLanfair thingy-ma-jig, to see the local quack. He lanced the offending pus filled lump, and I am told the Irish heard my scream of agony, across in that beautiful place. The second tournament I remember well. I had to box against the best friend I had in that place. I lost, and my best friend never talked to me again. Oh, how absolutely terrible and lonely I felt. I am totally convinced the huge puss filled throbbing ugly boil was due to that person in the galley we called "The Cook". If he perchance found his way to Heaven, and is the cook in charge, I am not going their. I wish you all well.Anthony Atkinson R796905. :smashPC: