Apart from insisting upon introducing me to Sireen about 9 times9 on the evening of the 30th August, he was most insistant in his quest to know if any Mudcatter had enquired about his absence, or wondered at the reason for his temporary withdrawal. Again, he asked me about a dozen times, before going off to lock horns with Sue the piper and approaching the very calm (and very strong) Mr Watson, addressing him with the slightly too direct "who the f*uck are you?" I miss his wisdom. jOhn, will you return soon? Please.