Some people get caught bullshitting, others get caught believing the bullshit. I'm the latter. I was dutifully informed yesterday that the story regarding Striborg wearing corpsepaint on a sunny day in Melbourne was complete and utter horseshit. Well, not completely: he was wearing the t-shirt and was in town to see The Goodies, but the clincher to the story - the corpsepaint - was a load of bollocks told to me by my friend Neil Sweeney. Neil, I mention your name because you made a fool out of me, so now it's your turn. Like a friend said last night: Dave, it serves you right for actually believing one of Neil's stories.