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We, unfortunately, had to go to a restaurant last night, because we were run out of our house due to a situation we now refer to as the Great Septic Tank Eruption of 2013. I’ll soon have an entire post … Continue reading →

So we’re back home, at last, in the grand old US of A, Land of the Free and Super-Colossal-Sized Sugary Beverages! After so long abroad, I thought I’d record our first observations. The sun is really bright, I mean, like … Continue reading →

When we first arrived in London, we made a pact that we would not buy a bunch of stuff and then end up having to ship it all back home. Well, we managed to successfully go one for two. We’re … Continue reading →

So after three plus months in London, we’re winding things down and getting ready to return to the America, Land of the Free, and Unlimited Semi-Automatic Weapons, With Extra-Large Capacity Magazines. Just for varmint hunting. We were discussing the other … Continue reading →

Christmas Break So because I’m always willing to embrace my inner, lazy, slothful side, I’ll be taking a short break this next week, to embrace the holidays with both hands and a couple or three bottles of Christmasy booze. Speaking … Continue reading →

I could have made this an addendum to the original post about the Winter Wonderland, but I decided not to, since a new post means I can then I have Friday all sorted out, and then move on into the … Continue reading →

Last week we went to Winter Wonderland 2012, in Hyde Park, London, England, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth, Sol Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy. Just to make it clear that it wasn’t that other Winter Wonderland on the planet Allosimanius Syneca, … Continue reading →

We went to the theatre the other night. Because that’s what you do when you live in London. Or that’s what we tell ourselves. Actually, truth be told I’d figure we’d go to the theatre probably once or twice a … Continue reading →

Sign seen at a local church, of which there are approximately eleventy-thousand just in the City alone: “Would you like to sing in a voluntary choir?” See, this is why we will have to eventually leave England, much as we … Continue reading →

Back in the Eighties, which is the last century now, which saddens and ages me, all in one, I first started coming to jolly old England. In that halcyon age, long ago, British television consisted of a grand total of … Continue reading →