PM: Oleo, Stan was legless. We found a camel taxi which was prepared to take him home, sent Gobbles along to keep an eye; GD told him it was a magic carpet ride ('cos wuz furry and moved funny). Last seen heading roughly Southeast, bottle in one hand, cigar in t'other singing his version of the pirates song (full volume) which seemed entirely appropriate, but none the less truly remarkable, considering the state he was in.
Kharon, although I appreciate the attention I got with my send off last night. The fact that now all Ppruners know of my condition upon leaving bothers me as I'm the only one who can't remember. It does explain the headache and the sore throat.