I rang Kent tonight:  Kent Treble Bob Minor.  I rang it badly, and I rang it with a minder* whispering sweet nothings in my ear** . . . but I rang it.  This is another of those moments, like ringing Stedman for the first time–ringing it as opposed to being dragged through it by Wild Robert with a mad gleam in his eye—when the world pauses, and you descend, as from a trolley car, and get on another trolley and trundle off*** into a whole new world/public transport route.   

            I rang Ken