Jack will be there, but I have to miss this year - a band gig that looks like leading to bookings in Germany. Still at least it means Jack won't have to contend with keeping Zak out of the foodtent he'll be with me at home. I'll be there with you in thought - have a good banquet and raise a glass of port to me at about 2.00 am Sunday morning, and I'll raise mine to you.