Well 'ere I ham, wiv only a leg o 'am ta keep me company up 'ere in the crowsnest. Shouldn't 'ave upset the capt. by pulling a load o crackers right by 'is ear. He shot up and clunked 'is 'ead on the beam and got knocked out for a spell. I 'ope he don't realise where the 'am went though. Anyway, we're near Bristol now, wiv snow coming down and frost on me beard. I wish you all a rum soaked Christmas and a completely forgotten New Year due to tha said rum soaking.