Fib-don't you mean Loughingstock? Can't believe it's a week since we viewed each other over breakfast looking for signs of life, only to find very few amongst the survivors.(Of course some of us wondered if you were dead or kidnapped Hil, and were collecting used bottle tops for the ransom, just in case)Skipjack, has written in his book of knowledge (very thin!) that you owe him a goodbye hug.

Great pictures Micca, unusual to see skipjack decked out in cake mix, he's usually just foaming at the mouth. You might be pleased to know that we all survived the week and Skip, Noreen and I had a reunion at his session on Friday.

Skipjack is very pleased that everyone is planning his birthday party next year and has vowed to buy everyone who attends at least 2 pints each!!!!

Actually he has a tight hold of "Frank's IOU a couple of pints", and is having his best forgers working on an exact match of paper, vintage Guiness stains and pen used to replicate an unlimited number of them which he will gladly distribute to the poor and needy of this parish.So life returns to it's dull normallity and we look forward to more pictures and music with throbbing ferry background.