Rascal, just a rascal....

It's been a while since you and I checked in.  So let's get comfy.  That's right, pop on your Uggs, to be worn inside only - the Aussies don't have much Antipodean-only etiquette but this is right up there with vomiting in your napkin back in Blighty, sit back, light your pipe and admire my handiwork.  I am always impressed by my fellow bloggers who have something to talk about, review or comment on in their posts.  Whilst they seek to make you think, I seek to make your eyes move from side to side like you are being worked from the back like Action Man.  Quite happy with that.

And what is my weighty topic today? I hear you cry....I am on the hoof again, east to west - nearly had a whole plane to myself yesterday and it was all going a little too smoothly until the joyless nutjob in 39F decided that he would pop out for a cigarette.  Whilst I am sure that the occupant of seat 39F is a just a friend I haven't met yet, if you are going to smoke in the bog like a lank-haired 14 year-old, please do not make it worse by acquiring instant language amnesia while the crew try and sort out the butt you have flung in the waste disposal in an "Oooh, Matron's coming!" panic.  Any language they reprimanded him in, he didn't speak.  I would have been happy to introduce him to the universal language of "Let me take care of this" for stinking up the plane, but he would have needed a translator for that too....

Fellow bloggers - carry on keeping up the intellectual discourse of the internet, whilst I provide the literary screensaver.