Thanks, Sydney... tho 30,000 might be a way off yet.  Got stuff going on and I'm finding it a little harder to dedicate the time at present to some icons I have simmering on the back burner... hopefully soon, tho.

Thanks, D'n B... and I'm looking forward to it, the smart arse comment, that is.

Aarrgghh, that 'em do... me ancestors left thar piratical marks all o'er tha West Country.  Why I reckuns if ye wos ta stick yer beak inta sum obskure cave, ye'd find left o'er booty wot 'em couldn' carry... an' if'n ye loves thy neighbour, I'll 'ave 'alf. 

Nah, but it's as near as wot f**k is t' cussin'

Aarrggh, me ol' mate, Thug!  'Ow be 'e m' boy... ship shape I 'opes?   Thanks fer tha congrats, they be 'preeshiated.

Wot, ye 'ave spended it oready? Thar wur a fortune of booty wot got left be'ind in them thar caves down below that cliff wot overlooks tha pebble beach whar 'em goes fishin' fer mack'rel when thar's a Sou'easter an' i bain't be rainin' on a Sund'y in March.  Ye knows tha one I be jawin' about... ye goes doen tha road wiv the bend halfway down beside the thingwybob wot point yer t' tha whatchamecallit wot tells 'e wot fork in tha road ye 'aves ter take t' find the rope whatsit wot lets ye climb down t' tha cave entrance.

Oh well, 'spose 'arf of nowt is better than nuffin.

Seems t' me, me bucko, I be g'wen t' 'ave ter come o'er thar meself n' git t' tha cave me wot great, great, great grandpappy starkers told I 'bout... it be a secrit one wot still 'aves booty piled up t' tha stalagmites.  I know of it cos tha map what tattooed on 'e's arse n' that bit o' skin wos 'anded down t' I.  I muss admit, tho, I could ne'er decide wevver X marked tha spot whar tha cave be... or wevver it be that big 'ole in tha middle.

Funny thing you ask, my mother has just come back from Devon and brought the bloke she is going to remarry with her. He was  was born in Cornwall, still has the broad West Country accent and made the comment that while I have some Australianisms, I still have the Devonshire accent, though not quite as strong as he remembered.  My father and I used to work with him (Dave) as Sub-contract plasterers before we moved to Oz.

As fer tha Pirate-speak, I don't 'ave ter try very 'ard at all t' git it flowin' b'tween me kissers... tha West Country accent lends itself purrfekt like, don' it.

And again, thanks for the congrats.