I know a good joke about Chardonnay, but we've gone of the point (and ventured just inside the realms of madness, I fear). Let's get back to sorting out the poseur of the day.
I'm as sane as the next man. Unfortunately people keep telling me I'm the only one who can see the next man. How you can miss an eighteen-stone man in a WWI German Generals' uniform, bouncing up and down on a pogo stick, is beyond me.