The Foresters Arms, Marine Parade, Southend-on-Sea

Four years of blips, and a party to celebrate. Some guests came in Sixties gear because, they said, it feels like I've been inflicting my nonsense on them for half a century. As usual, everybody was smiling inwardly.

(For the avoidance of confusion, all of the above is untrue apart from the first four words.)

Anyway, thank you for continuing to drop by. I know you have better things to do.