The usual disgusting scene: br the sneezes coming one after the other br so no fun enjoying the one; br the coughs like an iron file along the lung, br coughs that just weren't going anywhere; br and as for the nose-blowing stuff - br beats any horror film in Sensurround... br br and in the midst of all this carefully selected br personal misery. br br a moment of perfection. br br there it was, full on, br looking one straight in the eye: br perfection. br and because it was perfect br all you could do was look at it and register br and because it was perfect, br it was peaceful br and because it was peaceful it was still br and because it was still it wasn't going to go away br br and all you could do was, to just be 'yes! ' br br and because perfection is - well, perfect - br there has to be Mr Other br saying in best TV style br 'So that's it, huh? Just that? And I'm supposed to get the message? br Do me a favour...' br br but it hadn't gone away. br br Well that's how it was this afternoon. br You get the evidence without the commentary. br The back-up. br The instruction book in five not-quite languages. br The friend who's been there. br Or some less extreme scenario. br br But no. That's it. br And you know you won't forget it. br br br Call you later.