my favourite warm sausage rolls from Greggs and the guy behind the counter passed on best regards from John in Devon who drummed on some of my hits back in the 70s.
Funnily enough one of my brilliant old guitarists Les Hurdle (Hurdling Les) is flying in from California to visit Mum, grand kids etc and we're lunching next week.
Lots of boring old fart reminiscences about those happy days and now dead but still loved friends like recently departed Johnny Arthey.
I'm working on a modern version of Johnny Reggae ("Goddy Reggae"?) for when I join them up there.
Unless of course a berth has been saved for me down below.

I haven't had a sausage roll in YEARS. That's not a euphemism. I've had plenty of those. I wish you hadn't mentioned it, because that's in my head now. Peckish.