Yeah, well, sounds like Cliffy is doing similar rationalisation like I used to do to think myself the whole thing positive. I continued to drag myself to concerts that I had tickets for telling myself that I might meet somebody interesting there. Good joke. Well, I did actually, Brandon Flowers and the other Killers. If anything, this certainly made all the pain in the arse worthwhile, because it led to me going to check those nice guys out in concert. Ha, amazing, didn't think they'd be so good even though they did appear quite fun at the time. Of course I was clueless who they were when I met them so that certainly was a bonus, I mean, I had heard of the Killers, but didn't know that they were them. In retrospective I wonder if they were sent from heaven. Probably not. The Polish guy whom I met the following day certainly was, who bought me batteries for my camera together with his family, when the shop wouldn't accept credit cards and I didn't have enough cash left. I could suggest how he could get his clients to finally pay their bills in return. Hope it helped.