Many years ago two people from very different countries fell in love. Together they set about teaching each other about life, love and exactly what "gammeln" are and why not to order them in Austrian restaurants. Later, and after a lot of geographical shuffling, they moved to Scotland and a short time after that I was born. Twenty one years later, with my mind warped by the combined influences of GWC, role-playing and St Andrews, I can safely say that I'm not quite what they expected. But I can, at the very least, say one thing to them and the rest of the world. I don't eat Kittens. And all the rest can always be forgiven.