...and we're back.

Now we cross to our sportsdesk, where Bob's got a special report on the return of Willy to active duty. I was more than a little pleased that the concierge at the hotel remembered me- whether he thinks I'm a regular guest or a high-class rent boy, I'm not sure.

And that's all yer gettin, except to add that you're lucky you cant see my smugly happy mug this morning. Someone's walkin *real* funny today, and it aint me...

Oh, and I *still* managed to find time to repair the dodgy window on the driver's side of the MR2. Off to Helensville tonight to buy random car parts. Does the fun never end?!?