@Trond
Yes how cares??!!
Once upon a time, me and Andreas where standing in a corridor in a hostel in Berlin. We were talking to a French girl living in the US (she's a member of this forum but I don't remember her name). It was quite late and everyone seemed to be going to bed, but Krapplund wanted otherwise. Suddenly he came out of a door and was very drunk and on his way out in the city. He had a nice shirt on but, drunk as he was, he couldn't manage to button it, so he just came in front of us and put his arm before our little french girl (who he had never met before) and demanded: "Make this shit!!!"
