I am extremely giddy to announce that this fic is (practically) officially finished! The actual story is now done, it's just the Epilogue that now needs doing. But that's mostly done anyway.

My extreme apologies for any mistakes here, but I had to post it straight away because I'm going to be away for a month now and I wanted it posted before I went. So I didn't have time to send it to be beta'ed. So yeah, any mistakes are mine.

Still giddy...

Harry stared out of the stained-glass window and out onto the snow-covered ground, glistening in the February sun. He could feel Draco leaning against the wall on the other side of the little-known corridor, and loosened up slightly in the buzzing presence of the Slytherin, which he suspected only he could sense. It had been growing steadily stronger since that night. As though he had felt his lover's mental need to relax, Draco stepped across the corridor and wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor's waist, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder and watching the students having snowball fights below them.

"You are very tense." He commented blandly, and Harry sagged against his body.

"I know."

"It won't be as bad as you think, you know. At least we haven't got Potions – you know that would have been hell."

"Remind me when we do have Potions, I want to make sure I'm in the Hospital Wing." Harry groaned. Draco smirked.

"Tomorrow, last thing. And you're not going to skive off, you're going to go to the bloody lesson with your head held high. Snape's on orders from Dumbledore not to antagonise you."

"Really?" Harry turned sharply in Draco's arms to eye the Slytherin suspiciously. "You're having me on, aren't you?"

"Not at all." Draco replied smugly. "I heard them talking when we were in the Hospital Wing, before you woke up. Dumbledore specifically told him that he wasn't to provoke you, since your powers were probably still pretty unstable at the moment and you might seriously injure someone if you lashed out."

"Great, he just confirmed Snape's belief that I'm a complete nutcase."

"No, he just reminded him that you could end his life without a word of warning."

Harry looked down at his feet, a faint blush rising across his cheekbones.

"Please don't remind me of what I did." He asked quietly, and Draco sighed, bring his arms up to rest on Harry's shoulders. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the Gryffindor's.

"Harry, if you hadn't killed her, I certainly would have done. If I had the power too, at least. All I seem to be able to do at the moment is make flowers grow."

Harry's lips quirked slightly, and Draco pulled him into a proper hug, glad at least that the other boy was responsive enough to return it.

"I'm not entirely sure what you're getting so worked up about, you know." He said mildly. Harry shrugged slightly in his hold.

"Their reaction, perhaps?" Harry responded sardonically. "I have been presumably dead for six months, you know."

"That's hardly your problem."

"I have to admit that I'm curious as to how Dumbledore's got around that one."

"He said you were in hiding."

Harry's head came up sharply, hitting Draco's chin.

"Ow." The Slytherin complained. Harry scowled.

"How do you know all these things?"

"I listen." Draco replied. "You should try it sometimes. I also read the newspapers."

"There's an article on me already?" Harry asked, shocked, pulling away from Draco, who looked slightly sheepish. "Didn't you think that I might want to know?" he demanded angrily.

"I've got it here if you want it now." He offered meekly. Harry glowered at him.

"Give it here." He snapped. "Better late than never, I suppose."

"If you're going to be like that, I'm not going to give you it." Draco retorted, and Harry sighed, leaning back against the window.

"OK, fine. Sorry. Can I read the article please?" he tried again in a much softer voice, and Draco nodded in assent, pulling the paper from his bag and handing it over.

"Don't worry, there's nothing incriminating in it." Draco assured him, and Harry nodded vaguely to show that he had heard and understood.

HARRY POTTER – BACK FROM THE DEAD?

It has recently been revealed that Harry Potter, the Saviour of the Wizarding World, is not as dead as he had once appeared. He turned up at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry just last week with Draco Malfoy, after the other boy had gone missing. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore has been questioned on the subject of the boy's return.

"Harry has been in hiding for the last six months. We believed it to be the best course of action, considering the erratic movement of the Dark Lord's followers and the uncertainty of capture should he be in public. Rest assured, he is very much alive, and always has been."

("Except for second year when the Basilisk got you." Draco muttered.)

Dumbledore refuses to disclose where Potter has been hiding all this time.

There was a picture too – one of him and Draco lying on the Great Hall's floor surrounded by students. Harry suspected that it had been a particular enthusiastic fifth year Gryffindor who had taken the picture.

"So people will probably want to know where I've been hiding." Harry said dejectedly. "I'm going to get loads of questions."

"No, you won't. Dumbledore's not that stupid, much as he appears to be. He will make sure that you aren't asked tons of questions. He probably told them to stay shut up over breakfast." Draco said confidently, and Harry raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'm a Malfoy."

Harry frowned and peered down at the article again, worry etched deep onto his face, making him appear quite a lot older than he actually was. He absently raised his hand to rub at his scar, a habit that he'd managed to break after a few weeks of being James Antares – but that didn't matter now.

"I just don't want to see or hear Ron's reaction. Or Seamus' or Dean's. Neville I'm not worried about, because he's always been a good friend, but Ron might… I don't know, attack me or something…"

"Why does it really matter?" Draco asked, perplexed. Harry glared at him.

"Because it just does. They used to be my friends."

"Yeah, well they don't give a fuck about you like I do!" Draco burst out, then looked away sheepishly. Harry felt one eyebrow quirk involuntarily.

"Good of you to get that off your chest." He remarked mildly.

"That was slightly embarrassing." Draco replied calmly, and looked up at the Gryffindor. He was smiling at him.

"I know." He said simply. "I have done for quite a while. Don't you remember what I said to Hermione in the Hospital Wing?"

"No, I must have been asleep."

"I told her that you were a better friend than she or Ron had ever been." Harry said with a fond smile. "And I wasn't lying."

Draco jumped as the bell rang shrilly around them, signalling the end of lunch and the beginning of the next lesson. Harry picked his bag up from the floor, swinging it over his shoulder, and Draco copied his action in silence, observing his boyfriend through clouded eyes.

"You know that I'm right beside you." He said mildly, and Harry shivered.

"I'll be fine. Let's just go."

Draco watched as Harry led the way through the tapestry on the wall and through the secret passage to the main corridor beyond. They passed mainly unnoticed through the bustling crowds of the rest of the students, only a few doing the once again customary double-take as they recognised Harry, the bright green eyes no longer hidden behind round, broken glasses.

"Potter?"

Harry froze as he heard the voice behind him, recognising it immediately, and slowly turned to face Ernie Macmillan, who was regarding him with something akin to wonderment. "What on earth have you been getting up to?" he asked incredulously.

Harry floundered momentarily, trying to come up with a suitably vague and inconclusive answer, but was prevented form doing so as Draco tensed beside him. He felt the drop in temperature, and could see the silver sparks spitting from his hand.

"That is none of you business." He said coldly, and Ernie took a step back. "And you would do well to remember that."

Ernie muttered something that sounded vaguely apologetic before shuffling away. Draco relaxed and turned back to Harry, but the Gryffindor could see that his face was still set in determination.

"You didn't have to terrify him." He muttered as they continued on their way to Transfiguration, the others around them now giving them a wide berth.

"Yes I did." Draco retorted. "Otherwise he would have kept on bugging you. And besides, now everyone else knows not to ask questions too."

"This is true." Harry remarked, almost sarcastically, as a Hufflepuff first year saw them, squeaked, and scuttled away in terror. "I think you've reinforced your reputation as a bully."

"I was never a bully!" Draco objected as they tuned the corner onto the Transfiguration corridor. The rest of their class was already gathered outside the door, beginning to stream in. "I just liked to annoy people."

"And still do." Harry replied wryly as they approached the doorway. He paused momentarily as his eyes locked gazes with Ron, half-way through the door, but a nudge in his ribs made him move again.

"You're not getting scared again, are you?" Draco asked scathingly. Harry scowled at him.

"I'm not scared, and I never was." He snapped as he walked through the door, making a beeline for the back of the room, fully aware of the many stares he was receiving. "You just like to exaggerate."

"You know, you and I shouldn't get along." Draco said mildly as he seated himself beside the Gryffindor. "We argue far too much."

"Opposites attract." Harry said absently as he took out his quill and books, still aware that he was being stared at. For a moment he considered ignoring the insistent, niggling feeling of being watched, but then realised that if he did, the poor observers would probably have their heads bitten off by the God of Life sitting beside him.

"Yes, I'm alive," he said loudly, setting down his bag and looking up at them all. "And I am sure that you have a large enough collective brain to work it all out. Now, please stop staring at me. It's going to give me a complex."

Draco snorted as the rest of the class executed a synchronised blushing, and busied themselves with their own belongings as Burnette (the supply teacher)strode into the room. She spared Harry and Draco only a cursory glance before launching into the lesson. For which Harry was sure he'd be eternally grateful.

"I didn't think of that." Harry whispered suddenly as they began practising the spell. "Dumbledore's plan is never going to work. Everyone's going to see me with you and they'll realise what's been going on straight away!"

Draco blinked at him owlishly.

"I though that's what you were talking about with your little speech." He said, confused, not watching as he turned a quill into a fully-fledged eagle.

"I just wanted to sound a bit bitchy, really." Harry said with a shrug, and passed his hand over the imperious eagle, turning it into a large cluster of bones and feathers. "I hadn't thought about the implications of what I was saying."

"Well, does it really matter?" Draco asked with a shrug, creating a hatchling out of the bird remains, speeding up the growing process in a way that reminded Harry eerily of the artefact in the Department of Mysteries as the bird grew rapidly, stopping when it was full-grown.

"I suppose not." He mused, pushing the bird past its state and into old age, where it died and decayed on the desk with a wave of rotten, flesh. "Oh, that stinks!"

"Well you were the one that did it!" Draco said with a muffled gasp, his hand over his mouth and nose, attempting in vain to wave away the foul stench that others were beginning to notice. "God, just Banish it or something!"

"Mister Potter!"

Harry started, so unused to hearing people address him by his real name. Burnette peered down a him disapprovingly, her nose pinched as she glared down it at him. "Remove this mess at once."

"I don't know how!" he protested, staring in horror at the mess that was slowly spreading over his desk, to no doubt soon drip off the edge in a rather unpleasant manner.

"Oh for Merlin's sake." Draco muttered, casting silver light from his hand, and the pool of decayed flesh twisted into a spiral, imbued with the gentle light to form a bird shape that squawked angrily, flapping its wings as the last of the goo whipped up and sealed the cracks.

"Thank you, Mister Malfoy." Burnette said tartly, completely unfazed by the inhuman show of power from both of them. "I do believe that you are meant to be practising the Noxius spell. Make sure that's what you're doing, please."

She turned around sharply.

"Mister Weasley! Kindly prevent your curiously-shaped bird from removing Mister Finnegan's hand permanently."

Ron jumped, and stopped staring at Harry to Stupefy his admittedly odd-looking incarnation of a fierce bird as it advanced upon Seamus. Following his lead, the rest of the class continued with their spells, every now and then casting amazed looks at the two boys at the back who were doing amazing things to the quills on their desks.

"Oh dear, here they come."

"Quick, hide!"

"There's no point, they've already seen us. Plus, it's immature."

"I don't care!"

"No."

"Get off me!"

The resulting scuffle ended up with Harry levitated upside down, five feet above the Quidditch stands, Draco regarding him inscrutably as he rotated the Gryffindor. Harry harrumphed irritably, his robes and scarf falling over his head, and was distinctly reminded of Snape's Worst Memory.

"That's not funny." He scowled, but Draco merely shrugged.

"You were being immature."

"They're pointing a wand at you."

Draco whipped around, wand drawn, but not quite fast enough – a blast of red light hit his shoulder, and he toppled to the ground, the break in his concentration dropping Harry headfirst onto the ground. Furious, the Gryffindorpicked himself up and launched a spell over the stands at thefive peoplewalking towards the pitch. A line of fire shot through the air and burned Ron and Neville.

"Leave me alone!" he screamed down to them in a rage, then immediately forgetting them in favour of seeing to Draco. He was frozen in place, as he had expected, his eyes staring up towards the crisp February sky. Harry lay his hand across the Slytherin's brow, and he loosened up straight away, leaping up from the ground.

"Idiots!" he raged. "Where are they?"

"I think I might have hurt Ron." Harry said in a worried tone, and Draco shook his head, delving through the Gryffindor's pockets.

"I think you had the right idea." He proclaimed as he pulled out the Invisibility Cloak, swinging it over both of them. "Not that I'd ever admit it in public, mind."

"You're so kind." Harry muttered absently as they picked there way through the seat and then down the steps inside the tower, to emerge at the bottom onto the grass where Hermione was busy healing Ron and Dean. They were covered in nasty looking burns, and visibly wincing.

"Malfoy must have him under some kind of spell. Either that, or he hit his head a bit hard when he fell." Seamus was saying as they approached. "We should have words with Malfoy. He can't just go around attacking Harry for no reason."

"He always used to." Ron grumbled, then yelped as Hermione prodded a burn on his chest.

"Please heal him." Harry whispered to Draco, who turned sharply under the Cloak to stare at him.

"Are you being serious?" he asked incredulously. "No, wait, I think you are. Why?"

"Because I shouldn't have done that. And besides, you can't leave Neville burnt like that. Just look at him! What did he ever do to you?"

"Apart from insult my intelligence by being associated with me? Nothing, I suppose." Draco muttered sardonically, more to himself than anyone else, and stepped out from beneath the Cloak. Dean shrieked.

"Get away!" Seamus yelped. "I'm armed!"

"Yes, I can see." Draco drawled, noting with some amusement that Seamus' wand hand was shaking.

"We saw what you were doing to Harry up there." Ron said in between flinches. "You could have hurt him!"

"No, I couldn't." Draco corrected pleasantly. "We had a minor disagreement. He wanted to hide from you, and I told him that he was being immature. I enforced the message by suspending him until he admitted that I was right. Your spell was the one that caused me to drop him and injure him."

"Bullshit. We saw what happened."

"Well, regardless of what you saw, I am on orders to heal you, so Granger stop poking him like that, you're making it worse. Weasley, come here."

"You're not touching me!" Ron spat vehemently, inching away from the Slytherin. Draco raised his eyebrows.

"On your own head be it. Longbottom?"

"Don't do it, Neville!" Dean squeaked.

"I'm sorry, is there a mouse here?" Draco snapped sarcastically. "I won't ask again, Longbottom, no matter what your Saviour might want me to do."

"Yes please." Neville said nervously, much to the dismay of Ron and Seamus, who watched in terror as the nasty Slytherin knelt down beside the injured boy, no doubt hell-bent on blowing him to smithereens with that odd, white glow that was coming out of his hand and seeping into Neville's forehead…

"Thanks, Malfoy."

Hermione blinked.

"You Gryffindors are ridiculously untrusting. Almost like Slytherins." Draco said wickedly, and Ron pulled a face. "I must be off. And remember, it's your fault that you're still black and burned." He said cheerfully, as he strode away from the group. Only to be stopped by some unknown force, pause for a moment, and then be forcefully pushed back towards the Gryffindors.

"No!" he protested. "I already tried, it's not my job anymore! I've got problems of my own!"

He paused.

"I'll think of some." He said scathingly, then the invisible force pushed him into a rabbit hole and he fell over rather ungracefully.

"I'll get you for that." He muttered, righting himself.

"I think he's lost it." Dean whispered. "Hey Neville, I bet it's contagious…"

"I am not infected with anything!" Draco said indignantly. "I was simply requested to attempt the impossible again – that is, to heal Weasley."

"Who by, the wind?" Hermione snapped.

"No, by Potter." He said tiredly.

"Oh really. Well, why doesn't 'Potter' show himself?" Ron snarled.

"That's a very good question." Draco muttered, as he heard the Cloak swishing off behind him. The gathered Gryffindors gasped collectively.

"For God's sake, why won't you let him heal you?" Harry cried in an exasperated tone, hauling the Slytherin up off his arse. "He was only trying to help you!"

"When has he ever helped us before?" Ron growled, indicating with one hand towards Draco. The person in question sniffed disdainfully at the offending finger and inched away from it.

"That was in the past!" Harry said angrily, stepping half in front of Draco, as though he feared that the enraged Gryffindor might try and attack him again.

"It still counts!"

"I was all ready to forgive you for what you did to me!" Harry spat furiously. "But if you can't do the same, then I won't bother."

"What have I ever done to you, except be your friend?" Ron said in pure outrage. Harry blinked, then slowly turned to Hermione.

"He doesn't know?"

Hermione blushed and looked down at the ground.

"I thought he might work it out…" she mumbled, and Harry groaned.

"Like he could ever do that…"

"What do I not know?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Where I've been for the past six months." Harry snapped, and Dean frowned.

"But nobody knows… you were in hiding, we thought. How were we meant to know?"

"Go on, Hermione, tell them where I've been." Harry snarled, and Draco pulled him back slightly, should his anger get the best of him and do something that he wouldn't.

"Hermione…?"

The girl whispered something that nobody heard. That was probably how she meant it to be.

"Oh, don't come over all shy." Harry hissed, then turned to the others. "But fine, if she won't tell you… I've been right here, all along."

"What?"

Draco snorted at the completely bemused expression on Ron's face.

"Just look at me." Harry spat, and forced his face into the form that he had become accustomed to, the one with dark blue eyes and scarred eyes and pale skin. The glamour only remained for a few moments, but it was enough.

Draco caught his hand in his own.

"Who else knew?" Neville asked in a small voice. The others seemed too dumbstruck to speak.

"Lupin, Dumbledore, and Draco. And then later, Snape. That's all."

"Malfoy knew, and not us?" Ron suddenly broke out of his self-imposed silence. "You told Malfoy?"

"No, Draco found out accidentally. After which Dumbledore decided to be my Secret Keeper. Remember?" he said scathingly. "Your attempts to discover my connection with myself were thwarted by that spell."

Ron gaped at him.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Neville said forlornly. "I had no idea."

"You have nothing to apologise for." Harry returned, a bit more sharply than he'd intended. "But I want a truce between us all. And I mean all of us. You might not be able to get rid of your prejudices of Draco, but you can sure as well be civil to him."

Seamus snorted derisively, and Draco stepped out from behind Harry to regard him coldly.

"What's so funny about peace?"

Ron closed his mouth and looked down at the ground.

"That's fine by me." Dean said slowly. "Harry, I'm sorry about everything that I've done this year. And Malfoy, I won't go out of my way to annoy you."

"Likewise." Draco said wryly, with a nod to Dean, who breathed out a sigh of relief as though he'd not thought he would escape alive.

"I guess that apologising wouldn't really cover it, would it?" Seamus asked defeatedly, scratching at his neck. "But I'm sorry anyway."

"And I'll counter that by saying that you're a true Irish bastard. And then we'll leave it at that." Harry said cheerfully, and noted with some satisfaction that Seamus couldn't seem to work out whether his apology had been accepted or not.

"Weasley?"

Harry turned to face Ron at Draco's icy prompt, regarding him silently for a moment before releasing Draco's hand and shoving his own into his pockets.

"I had no idea, Ron." he said with a sigh, and Ron continued to yank the grass out of the ground. "You should have told me."

"It wouldn't have helped." Ron mumbled.

"You don't know that."

Harry was aware that Neville, Dean and Seamus were walking away, deep in conversation, but didn't care. He just wanted to get things sorted out with Ron.

"I'm sorry." Ron whispered, and Harry knelt down on the grass beside him.

"I know." He admitted, and looked up at Draco. The Slytherin bent down and laid his head gently on Ron's brow, pushing soft Life magic through the Gryffindor's body, healing the burnt skin.

"Thanks." The redhead said, almost reluctantly, as Draco seated himself on the grass beside his boyfriend, who had laid back on the grass, hands shielding bright eyes from the fierce winter sun.

"Oooh, we ought to record this day forever as the one where a Weasley thanked a Malfoy with sincerity…" Draco began sarcastically, but Harry reached out and smacked him in the stomach. Draco swore, and pushed Harry's head over, laying down beside him anyway.

"I don't think I'll ever quite understand how you two ended up friends." Hermione remarked, arranging her robes around herself as she settled more comfortably beside Ron.

"I'll never get how you put up with him, Harry." The redhead added, looking out across the lake, where the Giant Squid was apparently juggling fish.

"I don't. The real Draco Malfoy is locked in a broom cupboard on the fifth floor. This one's a fake."

"Obviously." Draco replied dryly, elbowing Harry gently in the side.

"Well, this is certainly interesting!"

The three boys turned around to Hermione, who was, rather predictably, buried in a pile of books. Where she had procured them from was mildly puzzling.

"What's interesting?" Harry asked curiously, turning onto his front so that he didn't have to crane his neck to see her.

"Your name… Antares, I mean… I don't suppose you know what it actually is, do you?"

"Er… no." Harry said bluntly. "Though Dumbledore did seem to think that it had some significance, when I chose it. I don't even know why I thought of it, to be honest."

Well then, you might like to know that it is actually the name of a star. One of the stars directly opposite Canis Major, in fact."

"Why is that relevant?" Harry asked, whilst pulling a face.

"Oh my goodness, I do hope that you're not being serious." Draco said, astounded, crawling at quite a speed toward Hermione and peering over her shoulder at the book. She was staring at him.

"You do realise what you just said, didn't you?"

"Unfortunately, I spoke without thinking, and yes I agree it was a rather terrible pun."

"What are you two going on about?" Ron asked, bemused, and Harry had to admit that he had no better idea that his friend.

"Do neither of you know the name of our brightest star?" Draco asked incredulously, as Hermione scanned the book again at lightning speed.

"I'll recognise the name if you say it." Harry said hopefully, and Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I doubt it. But anyway. It's Sirius."

Harry blinked.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, you don't get it, do you?" Draco said in a decidedly exasperated voice, sitting down heavily. "Your bloody godfather was named Sirius after the brightest star in the galaxy. A star that, coincidentally, shines brightest around the end of July and start of August, when Harry was born. It happens that one of the stars on the opposite side of the sky is called Antares, which you rather suspiciously chose as your name apparently without reason. That's what you call ineffability."

"Well, now that's cleared up…" Ron said in a bored tone. "What are you guys planning on doing now that the plan's failed?"

"Oh, I don't know." Harry said happily as Draco came back to lie next to him. "It feels weird to not have anything to worry about, for a time. But I suppose Voldemort's summons can't be ignored forever."

"Indeed." Draco remarked as the snow started to fall. "Let's have a war."

"No, not just yet. It's not the summer yet." Harry pointed out.

"Oh yes, the whole Summer Attack theory. I forgot." The Slytherin shot back sarcastically.

"We ought to go back up to the school, otherwise we'll be snowed out." Hermione suggested, and they all silently acquiesced, walking back up to the main school in companionable quiet. As they passed the great hourglasses in the Entrance Hall, a thought suddenly occurred to Harry.

"Hey, what was the outcome of the Quidditch match? We never found out."

Ron immediately went red and stared resolutely at the ground.

"Slytherin won." Hermione said matter-of-factly as they strode up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower. "Malfoy caught the Snitch just milliseconds before you did, Harry."

"You're kidding." Harry said bluntly, searching her face for any sign of a joke, whilst noticing that Draco was grinning out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm afraid not." She said, completely without remorse. "Malfoy beat you at Quidditch."

Harry turned to Draco, aghast. They stared at each other for a moment, Draco quite obviously working hard to keep a straight face. He failed miserably, and collapsed into giggles.

"Oh, that is the best news I've heard all day!" he exclaimed, tears of laughter streaking down his face as Ron said the password for the Fat Lady. "That's brilliant! I BEAT HARRY POTTER AT QUIDDITCH!"

Silence met Draco as he stepped through the portrait hole, not really thinking about what he might encounter on the other side. He certainly hadn't considered the possibility of many angry, red-face Gryffindors ready to pounce. Indeed, he didn't even notice their hostile stances until one pulled his wand.

"I suggest you run." Harry said cheerfully to the unfortunate Slytherin, who immediately followed his advice and sprinted back out of the common room, a bunch of irritated Gryffindors hot on his trail. Hermione watched after them anxiously.

"Will he be all right?"

"He'll be fine." Ron said, waving away the sentiment. "Come and give me a game of chess, Harry." He said, walking over to where an abandoned game lay on the table in front of the fireplace. Harry turned to him, grinning.

"Don't go anywhere." He said, his eyes shining. "I'll be right back."

With that, he sprinted back out of the Tower and after both his boyfriend and the horde of rampaging Gryffindors.

The sun began to set outside the window.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Ahem... no, I did not get excited as I finished that at all...

Thank you very much for reading this lot, I do hope you enjoyed it, and I'm looking forward to sorting out the Epilogue in August. Remeber though, the actual story is now finished. Anyone who, for whatever obscure reason, would like to continue it can feel free too, provided they warn me first.

I will also be amused if anyone realised what album I was listening to as I wrote this. It's quite obvious if you know the songs.

Comments extremely welcome and unduly appreciated.

Warmest regards,

smokey