Just an expeditious note to narrate to you my enchantment and valuation in being suffraged "El Capitano de la ‘B-Team’ " (Yeah, alright, I’m crap at outlandish prose).

Asseveration cannot express what I am savouring right now. But with the succour of my thesaurus I think we may be able to come close.

Exultation, transport, inordinate ecstasy can only commence to describe the portentous feelings I am experiencing at the flash. Of course - there may be tumultuous times ahead. I may not be able to handle the pressures and will repose on your guidance to see me through those strenuous periods. There may come a day when I wake up in the morning and find I cannot fasten the stamp to the envelope. Should this time come then I beseech you - shoot me please, for I would not bear to live a moment longer.

My vice - captain, what can I say about him (yep - you guessed it, quite a bit). Chosen by the consolidated will of the clan, supported by his peers (beers?). Despite being newly betrothed he still finds the interval to join us in a gratifying commemoration of our masculinity and pool-playing endowment. What a guy.

And as for the rest of the contingent - Guys (and those who aren’t sure of their true sexual tendencies), thanks. Joe, Mark, Andy, Tony & Owen. Men among Men. What better people subsist to be out imbibing beer with. Besides millionaires. Or pub owners. Or tall leggy blondes. Or brunettes.

Well I don’t want to cause you further discomfiture so I will terminate this communication of recognition.