I would like to promise that last night was the last time, but like Johnny you can never be too sure.
Like any good farewell tour, all the classics have been pulled out. There has been a touch of nostalgia, a few laughs and a few tears. I can't get anyone to buy the T-shirts though.
The past few days there have been hugs, good wishes and dreams about when we'll see each other next. "Who knows, we may meet up again next Saturday, so don't get too down."
But I think it's really time for us to go, because unlike John, we realise that sometimes you've got to pack your bags, board that plane, get the hell out of here and let people actually miss you for a while.