Well, one freshly obtained copy of Messages From Earth is in the CD player, so hopefully I'll be inspired to write something decent here, because right now I'm not so sure I'll be able to do anything even remotely like the brilliant, witty and altogether wonderful reports you're all used to... Oh, who am I kidding? Truth is, G9 was a pretty decent do, but although we had a right old laugh and all that, there wasn't really much specifically worth writing about. And on top of that, I've got a technical paper to get finished before next Tuesday, so I don't really want to add any more workload to the part of my brain that deals with pseudo-accurate babble generation. This being the case, rather than even begin to attempt a feeble, half-hearted approximation of a report, I'll just say that: a) we all seemed to have a bloody good time (some more than others, yes :-) b) the almost unanimous opinion of the group is that Ian looks like Crispian from Kula Shaker, although Ian thinks one of his chums looks even more like him. That is, Ian thinks his chum looks even more like Crispian than himself, not that he thinks his chum looks more like him than Crispian does. I think. c) We didn't even make the briefest of mentions of Star Trek. d) The world stopped briefly whilst we gawped in amazement as the Toon Army promotional division rumbled by in their jeeps and APC... bizarre! Of course, we'd all have an even better time if a certain TV company with a name that sounds not entirely unlike a type of explosive would get off their corporate bottie warmers and tell us WHEN THE PLUCK S4 IS STARTING!!! Oops...... THWACK THWACK THWACK And so, as I slowly pass out due to blood loss, I'd better finish the report off roundabout here. Ta muchly to those that turned up, even if it were only for a wee while. (The collective digits of the group are firmly intertwined for you Andy, good luck with your finals!) See you at the next one Chris