I have spammed for a bit and am now retreating to my four-poster, where I shall bunker down for the night and fall asleep to the soft music of my ipod.
I have a children's Christmas party sponsered by my work to attend tomorrow. And a wrestling tournament. And a childrens' theatre performance of High School Musical.
I have ninety thousand pounds in my pyjamas.
I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge.
I've got lots of lovely lire.
Now the Deutschmark's getting dearer,
And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge.
I have failed at surprising. No one's probably even looked at it. I saved the history of the great North Pacific Bar Fight. It was not as spectacular or as meaningful as I thought it would be, I guess.