Rog, old mate, I shall be ever so disappointed if you can't make it to Stony. I'm afraid I can't entice you by wearing that shirt, 'cos it died a while back (it hadn't been well for some time), but I've still got the hat. And the guitar. And Sue is dying to meet you, 'cos she doesn't believe anything I've told her about you. Ah well, que sera, ser, as Auntie Doris says.

Steve