I shall post with the gravitas for which you read these pages in due course. Meanwhile, with MeganWegan (aka “the other Megan”), I say the words at below-left:

Thank you my friends for all your lovely wishes. The sun is shining, the dogs are happily idle and the señor is promising minor miracles with fruit and alcohol for later this afternoon.
Condolences to my high-minded Wellington compatriots who are sheltering from the sevens crowds on this our national day, and a hat tip to A-Lee, direct descendant of Kapiti the kinsman of Hone Heke, the latter who first legitimised this crazy ride we call the modern nation state.
Now if you will excuse me, this dreadful film is demanding my half-arsed attention on Sky. More later.
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Happy birthday!
Deborah’s last post was DUFC carnival
Thank you! There may be a little of this by the end of the day, but it’s a good problem to have.
The ‘other’ fatal instinct, the carl reiner parody of the famuos sharon stone shop opening extravaganza, is quite possibly the worst film I’ve ever seen.
Also: happy birthday (repetita iuvant).
Giovanni’s last post was 7 Grams
Is there anything sadder than a failed parody? This, perhaps, although really it is just an excuse for me to make more gratuitous loldog linkage.
Many happy returns.
merc’s last post was Days.
Thank you
Yes, many happy returns indeed!
(Whatever a return is… this has puzzled me for years).
Stephen’s last post was Fishy statistics
Ah, I have always assumed it meant the return of the birthday, which presumes the continuation of life in between.
I think it has to do with astrology and that your Sun (natal) sign returns to it’s position relative to the Sun on the day of your birth.
merc’s last post was Trap.
Ah! That makes sense.
A: You should live to be a 120 years old, and 3 months!
B: And 3 months? Why and the 3 months?
A: I wouldn’t want you to die suddenly.
Stephen’s last post was How I roast my coffee