Well Mickster, y'know here it's the bloody Texas sun, where you come from it's Irish Mist, better known as a constant dreary and depressing downpour, over thatched roofs of mildewed huts...makes you want/need to run down to the nearest pub and drown your sorrows in a nice pint of Guinness...(come to think of it, that's not a bad idea).  Except..I don't think they have decent BBQ over there.  Have to settle for "Bangers and Mash".

Gene