Greetings all,
Welcome back JRT, we were all a bit worried that the original Banger sisters had made sausages of you. SNAFU, as always a better man than I, was about to go in after you, (although he didn't specify into what he was about to go). And Old Dux was chipping away at your statue, and was about to hold a ceremony for the erection, or something like that. I admit, I found neither prospect particularly appealing, but I did assume the lotus position in an incense filled room litterd with lotus petals (or perhaps it was empty beer bottles), and clicking my heels together, repeated a mantra of "there's no place like home, there's no place like home..." And lo and behold, it worked!
Anyway, I smell a story with the gory details. I'm bracing myself.

Old Dux, the drum is rolling, the breath is bated, the pause is pregnant, we are all on pins and needles awaiting the Whama-Bama Olgarama. Hot Dama!
Let 'er rip, Old Dux!