Well here's a fine stramash an' no mistake! I go away to furrin parts, and youse yins try to make me miss Loughstock for the third year in a row! Is it just me, or do things like this happen to other people? Well I'm going to look into taking the motorhome over the sea to Norn Iron, the land of my fathers. It will probably cost an arm, and several legs, but if I don't manage it this time I will scream, and probably stamp my foot, and say "Gosh darn!"
Giok
PS. Kate, Newcastle always was great craic, nice peeps too.