yeah yeah and why? It reminded me of when I was doing an HND at agricultural college - Mike, an ex-army guy who was on the same course, would come around our flat most mornings to share the petrol into college. I am pretty sure he had a thing for my girlfriend, but although he was quite charmingly clumsy, I was pretty sure she loved me (njā). Near the end of the year there, he started to revert - I mean while I was going to fuck off to France landscaping, he was off to a commune of his ex-army mates in Wales, and he had less and less time for us. I remember in the canteen at college he started talking about the Catholics in Northern Ireland - "I can smell them, I learned to while I was there." I remember my girlfriend physically drawing back from him at the table - despite her Norfolk accent, her father was Northern Ireland Catholic. Mike caught on, but he was gone too far, and he was only a little ashamed.