Hey, the Pub is nothing if not a word sling honky tonk, streams of verbiage beaming laser-like from mouths, ricochetting hard off ruby ash trays not emptied since last Tuesday, seeking ear drains at angles eschewing mental barriers to activate sympathetic mental vibrations in ways replicating - or is it instantiating? - the same as at their inceptive origins.
We've not a problem with your being 2000 light years from home to bemoan what a drag it is getting old.
You better stop. And post around. As we jump like Jack Flash to your specific word-mediating formulae of nervous breakdown.
In other - yet still humbly merely these - words, pleased to meet you!