Hi, guys.
My first memory of this great little guy in the big old box here was when Gerard's cheeky little face poked round my door at JLB.
He was sniffing around for a raise that, given what I don't think anyone will mind me saying, were his very limited attributes, was bloody outrageous.
Look.
Nothing can make today all right.
But maybe we can take some comfort from the brutal reality that the weak must make way for the strong.
Evolution marches on.
The scythe is remorseless.
I hope the scythe's remorseless swing can bring some comfort to you all.