All right, here is the 4-1-1.

As you may know, Harold Matthew Roff has been conducting charitable work in New Zealand recently, which has involved teaching the local female population the fine art of love. He will soon be continuing that unselfish mission - his cause celebre, if you will - in a place bereft of the things Harry has come to prize above all else: passion, intelligence, the art of conversation and a proper system of dental hygeine. That's right, Harry is moving to the UK.

Before he does fly out to the 'Old Dart' I think he was hoping to say a quick farewell to as many people as possible, so to that end he has asked me to tell all of you that he will be in Sydney this coming Sunday and was planning on visiting a pub and, to quote directly from the man himself, "Perk his erse at the ber and sunk puss and eat chups for the nit". As I pointed out, it might be a good thing he's moving. Let's only hope he doesn't soon develop a problem with whinging and a desire to constantly kick penalties.

In any case, keep Sunday afternoon/evening free and I'll keep you posted on where he wants to go and when precisely he wants to be there. I might also take the time to say now that unless I have your phone number, or Alaine has your phone number, you might need to send it to me so that I can indeed keep you informed. Of course, I could also have used that 'MyFace' thing to tell you all of this, but I'm technically inept. And I have a life.

Daniel.