The posts have begun. People allow you into their little worlds way too much, but I enjoy it. It's hard not to let them know that I know. You know? Work is well. love it. Just adore it, but I am such a friggin gadfly. Errr...

My father had Singapore Slings on his 12st birthday. They use to take a dinghy to shore in the Med to drink at the bars, and they'd click the giant hooks to the dead drunk guys when they returned to the ships. He was in a business fraternity, and when he was little he had a pet chicken. Then Grandma cooked it for dinner and told him fifty years later. Now you know.