Please, dear friend, don't be maudlin. It doesn't suit you, and I don't have time to run out and buy a new singing fish plaque and drive to Wolfboro to give it too you. But I will if I have to. You have been warned.

As for the twenty-two year old version of you, he's a bit older, a bit wiser, and is having a spot of health problems. He's still not a bad sort - a rather good sort in fact. I expect he'll be back up and on his feet again soon, the chipper (when you could wake him - never a spanish armada around when you needed one) tea-drinking game-master that we all know and love.