I'm so sorry! An unpardonable omission! You must be unable to carry on with your day, not able to think of anything other than what could possibly be the reason for me not doing my show again. I can only offer a lame apology for being the sole cause of inventions not being invented, babies not being fed, marriages not being consumated and legislation not being drafted. Let me put you out of your misery. I am going to a reunion with people I worked with the best part of 20 years ago for a jolly old drink in a jolly old pub. "Jolly good!", you cry, "We'll let him off for not doing his show again then! When, hen?" Tomorrow! I'm talking about tomorrow!