Dear friends, associates, aquaintences, Ladies & Gentlemen.
I wish to thank everyone who offered thier condolences on the recent passing of my youth. The wake was held in an appropriate hostelry where much ale was supped in it's memory with the solid accompaniment of loud and raucous punk rock music played by some minstrels of my long time, sometimes criminal, association.
My future plans include the development of ideas for a mid-life crisis; although I have already proven conclusively that I cannot remain seated on a great big motorcycle, my wife would not condone nor approve of my obtaining a girlfriend half my age and I already have the recuisite tattoos and ear piercings.
I have also ruled out the growing of what is commonly known as a 'pony-tail'.
I intend to endeavour to percevere, keep relatively calm and panic only at sporadic and indefite intervals.
Thank you.