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I am completely gosmacked and paralysed in my chair. And also deeply deeply offended that here we thought all these long years, twenty-six years that Kenny was dead and now here he is, alive, older, but unmistakeably Kenny. "Well", he says snarkily, "Are you just going to sit there like a cabbage patch doll, or are you going to get up and give me a hug?" "Better that you come over here and hug him", says Jesus laughing. "Isn't that right, Chrisopher?" And so Kenny swishes over to where I am seated next to Jesus, and swoops down to engulf me in one of his famous megahugs.