Was that the sound of a bluff being called?
Look Mr Murphy, the way I see it, four possible things could happen.
Option 1 is that you turn up, apologise profusely for being such an embarrassing chunk of donkey's dick-cheese for the last eleven months, promise to pipe the fuck down in future and to get the psychiatric help you obviously need, buy me a beer, and we'll enjoy the music and say no more about it.
Option 2 is that you turn up and literally assault me. Outcome A is that I in fact beat you up, in which case you'll surely be left with no option but to kill yourself due to the intense shame of losing a fight to Miss Tea. Outcome B is that you beat me up, in which case you go to prison and ruin the remaining years of your life. (Out of interest, did you know the maximum penalty for assault with intent to commit GBH is life imprisonment? And fuck knows it wouldn't be hard to prove intent from all the insane threats you've made on these very pages.)
Option 3 is that you simply don't turn up, thus confirming yourself as the biggest bullshitting pussyhole in the history of the internet.
My money is on option 3, but hey, stranger things have happened.