I think I was too blasted on Friday to tell you that Vicky had come in to tower practice breathing a certain amount of ladylike British fire and smoke, and that she nailed Niall and me more or less on sight because the three of us are probably the three biggest saps . . . I mean, the three New Arcadia ringers most likely to be willing to ring an extra service to help out a local tower.  Niall and Vicky are certainly the top two, and I think I may be finding myself in the third position by...