In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that it isn't the quadriennial choosing, but midterm voting is also beautiful.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no idea how it will all turn out, but that isn't entirely the point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger ayn dovar alayn davar, but still almost five hundred words, because seriously who has that kind of strength?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been wrong, and has been... also wrong, and being wrong is better.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes a thing, which is probably less entertaining for other people than when YHB dislikes the thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger's account has been hacked and the operating system compromised! Funny, my correspondent didn't specify which system.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that the obvious casting is Tracey Ullman, and that John Cleese of course does that sort of thing very well, but perhaps would be even better with the great Meera Syal in the role. Adrian Scarborough plays the Curator, obviously.
In which Your Humble Blogger is not ague-proof.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has experience in these matters.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an idea. Ideas are cheap! Take this one, I'm bound to have another soon.
