You know, Phase IV. The one with the ants.
You people. I dunno.
Yeah, we’ve got a Svend staying with us, funnily enough he’s here for the festival but not here For The Festival if you know what I mean, and I think you do, nudge nudge. Oh, crikey, now I’ve innuendoed all over my explanation. Hmm. Ah well, carry on. Yes, Svend is here, filling our evenings with wit, wisdom and a rather large amount of catchup gossip. I know what you’re all up to, you people! (Yes, Giffy, including you. Especially you.)
And we went to Monster Mash for dinner. When the waitresses (and they’re waitresses, not wait staff or waitpersons) take your order, they sit at your table. They all do this, every time. It’s a strategy. It works. It makes me feel at home. Lovely.
Um, that’s all. Chavez not ousted, again! Tall Blacks nearly beat Italy! Tall Ferns beat Korea! Peurto Rico beat the US “Dream *cough* Team *splutter*”!