Ah. Very. Slowly. Winding down. Which is code for going mad on account of boredom. Last night I had barbeque. Again. I love barbeque. I shall miss it so when I'm back in the northern lands. But last night my darling (dahlink) friends and I had a lovely yell at the fountain. It was almost worthy of Shakespeare, really. Actually, it was more like Tom Stoppard. But still. It was quality. And someone, who shall now be referred to as the Nitpicky Twit, doesn't understand the point of this webpage. There is no damn point to this webpage. It merely gives Irony and me a forum for expression and a place to rant about the intense stupidity of the world's population. And it gives us bonding time. Or something. I'm not so sure about that one. Everyone knows you don't have to have a point to have a point.