Send off curry in a couple of weeks. We're all putting £13 on the table at the end. I'm sure you can sort the rest out.
What can I say? From the very start of getting your child to put down two unannounced, unprompted pints of Guinness on our table (I've rarely been so confused in the intervening 17 years), it's been an adventure. Getting lost INSIDE a football stadium. Mixing up Stephen Elliott and Elliott Bennett when they were both on the pitch at the same time. Doing the ticket scan at the turnstile a good 7-8 years before the machines were even installed. Taking me to a brilliant pub in Leicester with your inside knowledge of living in Leicester which is er, a pile of rubble. Taking my instructions for Palace away of "do not wear colours, I have found us a pub but I have no idea what their policy is" to mean "wear the entire club shop at once". Getting back from Stoke inside about 25 minutes because you refused to use the Britannia Stadium's facilities and it was a Code Red situation (I wasn't scared at travelling down the M6 at that speed, honest). Being sick at Southend and volunteering this information to everyone, for no reason. Some dreadful, dreadful, dreadful music. But mostly, just being a good mate.
It's been a pleasure and you'll be back to visit often enough. Go out and there and smash it, pal. Only the end of a phone away.