Oops... I love my gmail. Love. It. If it was my 13 year old cousin I'd marry it. But I have neglected it. My labels are shot to hell for a start (and that's a FULL weekend of a job so fuck it) and I fell into the bad habit of throwing a star next to mail that was important when I was on my way out of the door or about to pass out or whatever. When I saw a little yellow star twinkling at me later I'd reach down like Oskar Schindler and pluck the email to safety. But I wasn't taking into account how quickly a page of gmail turns over. I get a silly amount of mail... So a lot of stuff got pushed down and I only just now got around to answering it all (mostly thanks to Christian Slater). Well most of it anyway. A few people need phone calls so I'll see to that tomorrow... A couple of emails got lost because I was experimenting with the way gmail does stuff - I should leave the funky crap to the experts. Anyheck I am just about up to date so a better level of response should follow. But please quit bitching about my 'language' running foul of some stupid corporate filtering system. I'll give you a gmail invite if you need one, but seriously... you shouldn't be emailing me if you don't expect to have the word fuckbucket come up at least once in conversation. Mike is writing to Clutch