Actually, I rather like most British cooking. My problem at the
last Wolf was that the dining room was open for only -- what? -- 15
minutes at a shot, and never when I was either awake or not on a panel,
so all I had for four days, except for when we chose to go elsewhere
(and that was difficult) was fish&chips. Four days of fish&chips. It
will drive you mad. So finally, on Sunday morning, after the
restaurant had closed (having expended its fifteen minutes of food) I
planted myself in the restaurant regardless, and explained that unless
I had a proper breakfast I was going to go out into the hall and do my
version of Night of the Living Dead and start eating the flesh off the
first person I encountered. They saw the crazed look in my eyes, and
wisely fed me.

jms

Yup. I remember. You seemed quite fuddled to run into me
there.

jms

Yes, well, we've all been keeping tabs on your movements, you
know....

jms

You can *never* be paranoid enough.

(BTW, you left your window open again last night.)

jms

"everybody being mean to me"

Well, there *was* that petition, after all....

jms

Something like *that*, you only need to do it once.

jms

One little mistake?! Do you realize that that cat's fur will
probably NEVER grow back?

jms