Noone cares about old tiger.
With the possible exception of one odd, odd, lady, mousy, bespectacled, vicious nouse and sharp features, a savage glint in her eye-
she decked herself out at the K. Club spectators area in orange and black stripes, put a cuddly-toy tiger on her head, and held up a plackard saying 'I LOVE YOU TIGER!!!'.
So, Tiger, if you're reading this, I reckon you're in there. Please P.M. me the phone number of your wife, so that I might console her after your departure.