You opened the gate to the Turbo Grunta Moose? Numbskull!

Clarifications

1. Recent use of the phrase “vast quantities of wine” in no way should be taken as meaning “vast” in the sense that the Gobi Desert is vast or the Olympus Mons is vast. Rather it should be taken as meaning “more than I can sensibly consume by myself.”

2. Rhys Hughes’ book “At the Molehills of Madness” will actually be on sale at his book launch, which, I am informed by experts in the trade, is one of the reasons for book launches. I am also informed that no actual “launching” takes place, unless you take into account the possible outcome of my attempt to consume a “vast amount of wine”.

If you want to get hold of a copy, or maybe enquire as to how the elephant got its trunk or the significance of the Tropic of Cancer, or who produced the first commercially available “muscle vest” why not ask Rhys yourself. He would know about his book, since he wrote it. With his MIND!

Monica and I went to Pete’s leaving barbeque yesterday and said our sad farewells. He’s a sterling fellow that Pete and we wish the best of luck down south. Geographically speaking of course. I’m not suggesting he’s got the clap or a problem with his waterworks, as they used to say Ooop North. By Eck.

We also caught up, albeit briefly, with Jen who Monica met at university. Jen claims to read this blog whilst skiving off work, even though she never leaves any comments. Hello Jen. Hiya! The Internet is looking at you now, what are you going to do? Are you going to wave? Go on wave back, go on. Waving now? Just a little one. No one will think that it is strange. Just tell them you were trying to kill a bee because you are affronted by overly opulent breakfast cereals.

And now hombres, we ride! For Mexico and freedom!