It's been almost twelve years since I was last here, and I was in disguise at the time.
And why not, we were really having a ball ( indeed, three, or maybe more, if I remember?).
I came with The Prisoner and the Man with No Name, in fact, we might have well been the same person?
Who knows: my memory isn't the same since I was locked up.
It appears most of the people I knew then are no longer here; the place seems cold and deserted.
Shame.
They were indeed happy times.
Anyway, best wishes to any of the old crowd that who might remember me: must dash, Sweaty Betty is waiting for me behind The Bull and that blasted sheepdog of mine has run off again.
Some things never change.
Don
