Btw la, I was quite worried about you last night when I thought of you during the Man City game and it struck me that we havn't heard from you for ages; I imagined you dead with your liver á la Bestie, run over whilst staggering across a Munich street, or found in a dingy flat with an electric flex round your neck, and orange in your mouth, and a sphincter the sixe of a large marrow.
I'm glad you're alive la.