Originally from Hastings and still living in East Sussex, England, When not out galloping, I enjoy ringing bells (church tower, not hand) and the fine old English game of lawn bowls. The unkind amongst you will say that is entirely suitable for a horse as well stricken in years as I. I will usually take the opportunity to put my hoof on your skull and time you out, but I won't make a special point of waking up in the middle of the night to do it. I don't send e-mail reminders either.

"Now is the time for marching. Now let your hearts be gay.
Hark to the merry bugles sounding along our way.
So let your voices ring, my boys, and take the time from me
And I'll sing you a song, as we march along, of Sussex by the sea.

For we're the men from Sussex, Sussex by the sea.
We plough and sow and reap and mow and useful men are we.
And when you go to Sussex, whoever you may be,
You may tell them all that we stand or fall for Sussex by the sea.

Oh Sussex, Sussex by the sea!
Good old Sussex by the sea!
You may tell them all that we stand or fall for Sussex by the sea"

To listen to the tune try a search on YouTube for Sussex by the Sea