Two best words in the English language? Maybe.
For after about 14 months I start going through itchy withdrawals to be pounding English soil, prowling Hatchard's book sellers on Piccadilly, feasting in London high-end and low-end Indian eateries and bathing in, nay, drowning in 1961 echo and Fiesta Red Stratocaster twang in some Beat Club, provincial theatre or holiday camp. Me particular? You better you bet.
That said, hope you can seriously and deliriously rendezvous with me in Amersham, on 9 May, to celebrate a special birthday, as The Rapiers provide the super-charged entertainment value.