I never know what to say in such happenings. In the traditions of my ancestors, he would now be in a place called summerland where everything is just as you would like it. Dogs are all friendly, motorbikes always start on the first kick and only run out of fuel when you would want them to. Even Lucas electrics and Smith and Sons radios work there. You never drop a nut while trying to thread it on a bolt, and you always have the right spanner in your pocket.
Well, Dereck, if that's where you be, stop by the pub and say hello to the mild mannered Irishman in the corner talking about his days on the Liberty ships, that would be my father.
Let's hope there's intelligent life somewhere in space 'cause it's buggar all down here. -- Monte Python
