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After the party was over, darkest grief consumed me. I remember nothing, only running south in my underwear and firing my pistols at anything that moved. I fell, a lot, and cried and lost myself in high octane emotional outbursts. It could have been the end of me but fate had something different in store.

Just as I cracked my head on rock bottom, a vision sashayed into sight. Red dress, red shoes, black coat and skin the colour of a White Russian pulled straight out of an iceberg. My eyes popped and my tongue lolled as clarity slowly crept back into me. I may have embarrassed myself here but she forgave me and talked sweetly to me and combed my hair the way I always wish Ron would have done.

Marilyn Valentine may well have saved my career, and for that I will be eternally grateful. If any of you news hounds see her out there in the wilds, hands off! I saw her first!

So now I'm back in the fray, fighting out of the Giraffe House at the zoo, and thanking Zeus that theres still a little ink in the barrel yet.

We may have lost Ron, and maybe a little focus, but you can bet if theres a story to be told there'll be a C4NT to behold.

Until next time, keep the barricades up and the zombies down.