surely the gentlemanly art of 'duelling' should be still fashionable, especially in this age of heightened whatsimacallits don't you think? Imagine it if me and Brainers had a disagreement over art vs music, we'd have to hit each other in the face with our riding gloves and then meet up at dawn on blackheath and march ten paces with our chosen shooters - such a romantic if bloodthristy image don't you think? Perhaps this is what we need to quell inner city gun crime?