The Funeral of Mr. Orestes

Has it really come to this? Time to break some glass



He will be missed. After we stop laughing at his exploding head of course.

Alas, my friends, it is true. My innate need to make an arse out of myself has called me to Edinburgh for of August where I will humiliate myself on a nightly basis for the amusement of strangers (so it will be just like being in here for me really ).

The threat of the cancer ball was one I took seriously, until I realised that Scotland is probably the only place in the world that gets less cancer death rays than Ireland, so I should be ok.

So yep, I'm not gonna be around much for the next month or so cos I'll have very limited net access, but I'll try to drop in every now and again to say hi.

Play nice while I'm gone, take good care of Lysander for me (can't bring him with me, apparently were-puppies are a nightmare to get through customs).

Later folks and thanks for the well wishes at the time of my untimely (and brief) death

Cheers,

orestes