As long as I can get a passout for the day (it's a Sunday), I'll be there (and on Les's coach if there is one). There is altogether too much of this terminal flu going around, and Malcolm's early check-out touched me about as deeply as you can be touched by losing someone you've never met, spoken to or exchanged emails with - which is to say, pretty damn deeply. Malcolm was a dude of the first water; attention should be paid to such a man, and music made.