Snack time

Conference food is variable. At snacktimes, doubly so. Sometimes it's just complimentary biscuits and coffee, and other times there's fruit too.

Typically, America is different. They like to give people food, as Tom observed today "to assuage the guilt of the low wages" --- I paraphrase.

A trolley has arrives, containing packets of crisps, and M&Ms, and kit-kats, and skittles, and starbursts for the love of god, and two big ice-and-soda-bottle-filled trays, and tray of cookies and brownies, and now the food lady has gone, I can only think she's gone to get pizza, or a fatted calf. Made of candy.

I, on the other hand, had mutton biryani and smoked brisket inna bun for lunch. Very nice.

Pimms taskforce

We have arrived in Chicago, and I speak to you from the conference venue's very generously provided wireless internet connection. Even more generous ha been Tom, who cooked a great vegetable lasagne for us last night. Lunch today is going to be courtesy of the Taste of Chicago festival I'll speak more of this after lunch.

On Homophony and other such things

This is a fun game, suggested by Harry, and one round has been played by Will and won by Chrispin.

(Now, bear in mind that this game is too easy when played with New Zealanders, who only have one vowel.)

The game can also be played with Californians, and indeed when one is married to a So-Cal girl it is less of a game and more of a bothersome inevitability.

However:
1) A girl's name
2) a verb, meaning to join
3) an adjective, meaning happy and often applied to holidays and widows.

I'm leaving the country tomorrow, but fear not, for I shall have internet access, and I will probably post more frequently. My first port of call is the Windy City. I'm not sure what is is that winds so much, perhaps it's the streets. I do know that it's de rigeur to ramble whilst there, which klends support to my hypothesis.

The Best Lionel --- punditry

I have been encouraged, nay, exhorted, to pick a side in The Best Lionel survey. I'm faced with a quandry. You see, Chris really was my favourite Morris, but My Favourite Lionel is Blue, (most definitely not the UK's first openly gay rabbit). He's not on the list.

So, reluctantly, I say "Vote L-Train!"

Separated at birth?

Not wishing to trivialise a major news story of last week, but...


Deep Throat, aka Mark Felt


Max Zorin, aka Christoper Walken
Of course, if they were separated at birth, Walken would have also been frozen,
to account for the age gap...