Okay, it might help if you understand that I come from a very Irish background, although I was born and brought up in England. As a school girl, I used to have to take a train to the city my secondary school was in, then get bus. The bus driver changed routes (as they do) and the new bus driver would not wait for the train to arrive so each morning I would get off the train to see the back of the bus dissappearing over the hill. As a result, I would arrive at school half an hour late each day, my only other option being to arrive two hours early. My parents were contacted by the truancy officer because of my persistent lateness (I didn't mind, it meant I missed needlework) and when my father learned the reason why he phoned the bus company in a rage. Infuriated, as the bus was actually leaving earlier than it was supposed to, he shouted down the pbone at them. The bus returned to its normal time. The bus driver however started to make rather nasty personal comments about me, as he had been reprimanded by his superiors. This time, when my father phoned the bus company, he was truly infuriated. He pointed out to them, in his broad Irish accent that to provoke the irish was not a wise thing to do, that I could be anyone, that my relatives could have contacts who would not take kindly to picking on a young irish girl. As a result, the entire bus company was put on a city wide security alert for about six months in case of terrorist attack. The bus driver was forced to apologise to me in front of my parents. I had to use that same bus, with the same driver for another three years. Embarrassed? I wanted to sink into the ground and die of shame. My dad is an auditor. The only thing he is dangerous with is statistics! Shanna :-0