"To you, it's a potato. To me, it's a potato. But to Sir Walter bloody Raleigh, it's fine carriages, luxury estates and as many girls as his tongue can cope with!" Mum, my Spanish diplomatic herbs, would improve trade, arts, scientific discovery, theology, morale, social functions, culinary arts, and interrelations the world over. All I need is me ID, you know, the one used to validate after introducing myself? Is, I, Doran? It is beyond time to make it official. Pretty please, love. Cheers.