That's right. Left, or whatever floats your goat. Personally i like goats in a boat on a rainy day - somewhere in the middle of Ireland. Doesn't fit does it? Like the way i seem to feel as each day rolls on by, much like the way it feels as you try 'til you foam at the mouth to cram your feet into that set of shoes you always loved to wear, yet agonised over for months to follow due to the ever-increased swelling of your feet. Only to find because you wore them on the wrong feet. Well now - aint that a kick in the arse then? It's like trying to impress your boss for the entire night, everybody seems to lean to the first ear in listening proximity; some cackle; howl; glare. - Your ego boosts that they're envious faces can't help but remain fixated Is it because of your success? No. Your fly is down. Way to go hotshot.