What the Flaviana Alfar is THAT all about?

Now don't get me wrong, Flaviana Alfar was probably a very nice mother, and perhaps an even nicer mother-in-law, but purrlease! don't judge me on the use of a perfectly good Filipina's name as a swearword occasionally. A lot nicer than saying "What the F*** is that all about", and certainly a lot longer to remember.

What I am rabbiting on about is my administrations' persuasion to become suddenly all beaurocratic. I got this new job in Europe (a great job created for me) and here I am in London, but they didn't have the forethought to think I would like to visit my family in Tokyo on the way from South Korea, for crying out loud!

Talk about - well anyway you get the idea.

Savoy in London. Well, it was nice whilst it lasted. Afternoon tea at $7. Good job I am not paying. Here's to Manchester in the North (Ay up, pal) next week. Then it is off to goodness knows where for gordon knows how long.

Such is life.