Hmmm. Just got in from Bert's.  After being beckoned in by some random Dutch bloke, 'introduced' to Patrick and drinking copious amounts of Boswandeling,  I decided to take a breather and disappear to Cantona's and spend a bit of time with Jordi, Marc, Jovi and the Malibu bottle.  After they shut at 2.30am I refrained from going to Tropicana and wandered back down to Bert's to find him still open (King of the Strip!!).  Stood and watched him and John clean down for a while.  Hmmm.   Is a kiss something to worry about?   Shouldn't have happened...but, hey ho...  Must stop calling him Dad now!!...mind you, he is only 16 years older than me (and about a foot and a half taller!!).  It's not my fault that he's as much of a flirt as I am.  Still, will have to keep an eye on where this one is going...and where the bow-wow of a girlfriend is!!  Eek! (Mutton and lamb spring to mind...)  There's only one thing to say in this situation - hagelslag!!