IT’S DE-LIGHTFUL, IT’S DE-LURKLY
You know, this time difference thingy stinks. Here I am nearly at the end of a long, hard work day polished up at the end with a delightful sushi dinner with the ever companionable galestorm and over on the other side of the pond the party is just beginning. And when I get up in the morning all you pretty people will have written things for me to read, but I’ll have missed the boat on comments, see. I’ll be LATE TO THE PARTY. But that’s okay for tomorrow, here in Sweden at least, is a holiday and I? Am...