Ahhhh, methinks you dost speakest the right, monsieur le Crun et. al.
Does the word 'duuuh' spring to mind? Here I is, every time I drive by Drury, the thought bubble says, 'must stop in and talk with Glynn'. Not once, ever, did the accordant bubble pop up and say, 'maybe he'll have summat in the way of plans??'
Prob solved, gentlemen.
The beer vouchers are in the mail. 