Where the buggery-bollocks is jOhn when you need him? Eating goldfish and patrolling Hull's troubled streets as a Guardian Angle, I'll wager.

Deanmeister, Join. Now.

Just an aside, what the hell do you think that the Americans (who will be posting soon) will make of this?

Have to go now, the drivel detector is likely to wake Mrs Drinkall from no. 21. By the way, a good time in Goxhill, the delightful Nicky celebrated her grade 8 violin, and I got a bit pissed. 3 hours under a purple helmet on a bicycle is universally good. And I am glad that me and Gary are wed. So I'll piss off and sleep. For a bit.