The young couple were honeymooning in Africa: the views were magnificent, and they watched a herd of wildebeeste moving into the sunset. It was perfect, and had the perfect accompaniment; a group of drummers playing somewhere just out of sight. In the morning, the drums were still playing. It was now beginning to lose its attraction. By the following evening, the drums had not slowed down or missed a beat. Exasperated, they called the manager. "Can't you make the drums stop?", they begged him, "it's getting a bit wearing." "The drums must not stop. The alternative is too terrible to comtemplate." "Why? Why must the drums go on? I mean sleep isn't an issue at the moment, if you know what I mean, but all the same..." "If the drums stop, the bass player will do a solo." :D EB - once a bass player...