I'm with Vincent on this.
SP2 caused nothing but trouble for me. It was a fly in the ointment, it was sand in the vaseline, piss in the wine, doggy-doo in the hair gel, big globs of pus in the custard, itchy powder in the marathon runner's shorts, axle grease on the violin strings, nails on the tarmac, bleach in the milkshake, glass shards in the eyes, molten lead in the ears, sandpaper on the saddle, chilli pips in the mouth of a baby...
Eherrm...uh, ok..
What I'm trying to say is that no amount of cajolling, coaxing, begging, crying, pleading, praying, chanting and spell-casting could get that sack-of-pus SP2 working. In fact it crashed my system like a paralysed blind donkey attached to a chariot with only one wheel and about three tonnes of bricks on top.
Ja. I don't run it.
