On Sunday night a group of us got together at the Matador to see off Dr. R., AKA "Echopraxia." He set sail for an undisclosed country full of koala bears and Paul Hogan* on Monday.

Tears were shed, awkward cheers were dealt (courtesy of yours truly) and shots of Wild Turkey were downed. Goodbye, you magnificent bastard.

Echopraxia, if you're on the other side of the world reading this, really, what's the deal with the water ? Does it go down the drain counterclockwise or what? Inquiring minds in the Northern Hampshire want to know.

* Take a look at that photo again. Yeah, that's what Paul Hogan looks like without the trademark hat or "that ain't a knife, this is a knife" knife. And now you know.