Well slap me sideways and call me a wanker, just got a mail from a good friend/sworn enemy whom I hadn't heard from in a good (some would say great) three-and-a-half years. Jaysus, etc. Always a weird feeling when something from the past (aka Watergrasshill) crawls out from underneath a stone and bites your ankles. Dammit, I have to think of something to reply with now...

Dear Fuckhead,
You never visit me and the kids any more...