Some achievements are the stuff of eulogies, and this may indeed sneek into my deathwords, along with ‘definitely not sleeping, we checked’. A lamb has been named after me on a farm on the west coast of Norway. How? well Hilde Myklebust, whom I met on a reading in Alesund back in 2019, who became a friend in correspondence, and whom I interviewed online for my festival in 2020 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFiv-eG-_-8 has named two of her new lambs after me, as she promised in the interview. She kept her lamby promise. She said ‘Steve is directly from your name, but with norwegian pronunciation. The norwegian verb " å steve", is an perticular way of singing or performing an old type of poem called stev.’ Is this news? Yes, yes it is. Look upon my lambs and rejoice.