Everyone's entitled to their beliefs, Lister. I never agreed with my parent's religion, but I wouldn't dream of knocking it. They were Seventh Day Advent Hoppists. They believed that every Sunday should be spent hopping. They would hop to church, hop through the service, then hop back home again. You see, they took the Bible literally. Adam and Eve, the snake and the apple--took it word for word. Unfortunately their version had a misprint. It was all based on 1 Corinthians 13, where it says, "Faith, Hop, and Charity, and the greatest of these is Hop." So that's what they did, every seventh day. I tell you, Sunday lunchtimes were a nightmare. Hopping around the table serving soup...we all had to wear sou'esters and asbestos underpants.