Tuesday 17th February 2015 will be recorded in the Ancient Annals of Afterwordia as the day on which, phoenix-like, the Afterword flew from the Frying Pan of Despond and became once again a golden pancake of hope for the world.
But now we are all gathering here again, shouldn’t we be doing something big?
Bringing about world peace? Saving the whale? Protecting Mother Earth from a fiendish alien invasion?
Sorry! Far too ambitious. Those are jobs for chaps who wear their underpants over their tights.
But what task is appropriate for the mighty men and women of the Afterword?