We're baaaack!!!
Yup. The sea gods and the air gods didn't get us. As Cheryl is wont to say, after a particularly grueling helicopter flight, "We're alive!"
Personally, I just liked the fact that it had real doors and you couldn't see the ground through holes in the deck.
The place looks great! I had expected to find unreturned booze bottles and pizza bones, but jeez, it's pristine! There aren't even strange articles of underwear under the couch.
I have to thank profusely, our guest bloggers. They not only provided great reading and incisive commentary but superior snark.
What they didn't do was:
1. Change the name of the blog;
2. Re-colour the background;
3. Add Powerline to the blogroll;
4. Compliment Steve Harper on his fashion flair.
Hopefully, we'll see the same guest bloggers here on a more regular basis, but in the meantime please give a round of applause to Alison, West End Bound and The Rev.Paperboy. They didn't do a good job. They did a helluva great job. (A standing ovation is now in order).
I was mulling over the idea of going more international with more posts and then, on my return, I noticed that Steve Harper is sinking to new lows. Watch your neck, Steve. Here comes a fucking scimitar.
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