The clocks are forward, the evenings light Spring is here, behold the sight! The geeks will be out for a pint and a chat At Briton''s Protection, how about that? Our usual haunt, it''s easy to find Beer garden perhaps, unless you mind. We''ll convene as ever around about seven, and some old soaks will be out past eleven Now I have something to say, a brief little mention About my commitments And lack of attention This host is tiring of telling you in rhyme, "It''s that time of month - now get in line" It may be time to pass the baton on, whoever is in charge, don''t make it John! I''m just saying, letting you know It might be time to change the show I''m a busy lad, finding it hard to remember, getting confused, losing my temper I''ll keep it going as long as I can, But it might be time for another man. Truth be told I may be leaving Mancunia for quite some time, isn''t that peculiar? Before I depart I don''t want things to end Just refined a little, less round the bend It''s a long old while since we talked BSD so maybe we admit it''s just a piss-up after tea I''ll be guided by you all, however you feel Hopefully this won''t be some massive deal Accept my apologies, witness my sorrow All I''m thinking about, is beyond tomorrow... -- Paul Robinson