Bob,I wish you'd reconsider. I've been on here for quite some time now,and I've headed for the hills on more than one occasion,screaming blue murder.
But,back I came. It's like holding on to an air balloon,as it races into the sky. You know you ought to let go,but you can't.
When Breadman was shown the door,a lot of the fun went out of Nuts for me,and,although I contemplated jacking it all in,I stuck with it.and I'm glad I did.
Things do get heated,but it's quite funny to me.
We all have at least one weird neighbour, who stares in through your living room window,making rude gestures,for no apparent reason,and randomly accuses you of stealing his rhubarb. And,for some reason,they've all banded together,and are regularly posting on here. I include myself in this band of freaks,although my modus operandi is walking up and down the street in my underpants.
Think again Bob. Some great posters on here.
Don't make me send Johnny round.