I am suggesting a more sedate attire for tomorrow night's festivities. I have dragged out my corset and bustle and intend to stuff myself into a Victorian ball gown in the hopes that Dave will be inspired to add a few Gay Nineties classics to his agenda. Black satin - rather austere and complemented by an assortment of ebony mourning broaches and pins formed from the dearly departeds' hair.

For those of you awaiting sea shanties, perhaps a parrot and wooden leg are in order. Appalachian ballads - barefoot and corn cob pipe. You get the idea. Show the man what you want to hear.

Special note to Spaw - if Cletus is planning an attending, you need to be there too. Little Neo and I had some difficulties last week. And feed him grits or gruel NO POSSUM. No need to explain, I think.