Originally from Hastings and still living in East Sussex, England, I am 61 years old, which makes me unique among the equines of this world. When not out galloping, I enjoy ringing bells (church tower, not hand), riding other horses (in a strictly non-sexual manner) and training my dog in obedience (she keeps biting my tail) and agility. 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