Then put her in a bath of acid.
Trust me.
While I'm on....JPC me 'ole adjustable ratchet, our bunch of merry men (or tetchy girlyboys, depending on what you're drinking) are down on their unkers this year. I'm looking for someone with a bit of trailer space so we can get a fridge down to the Maison Blanche Holy Grill. I recall you mentioning, maybe in a lucid moment as you fell out of a doorway near the Strand approaching Christmas, that you may have space. Is this likely? If not, are there any other kind souls out there who could help?
Please God, no warm beers, noooo, I can't take it not again, and you and your disciples can stick Jean Deluc in that bath with Whiteys missus, that bastard let us down last year.
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