Okay…. psychological crisis neatly averted. Dr. Robot Nancy calmly talked me off of my psychological ledge and convinced me that i just need to do some laundry and buy a g-string tomorrow. Err… some g-strings. Err… make that some guitar strings. There. That makes it much less sexual and keeps it neatly separated from the romantic tangles which i have been neatly avoiding any mention of. I suppose you should be subscribed to the mailing list :p