Approximately 18 months ago Millers Mad developed a slight cough. The cough grew noticeably worse over the months but still no doctor was called. Though medically unqualified myself I couldn't help thinking 'things will get a whole lot worse before they get better.' I've no wish to tread on any doctor's toes but I was both right and wrong in my idle musing. Pneumonia eventually set in and Kempo assures me that it's now terminal and that Millers Mad is all but dead. Hence my transfer to the happy, healthy, positively robust Banter site. Selfish of me? I'd say expedient but I'm sure we'll get on just fine together.