Whomp!

So, I just got off the phone with the Old Country, and apparently one of my co-workers, the Mirror's stepfather, has walked out on his family. I'm not quite sure what to say, other than to say that I can't comment much. There are probably elements to the story that I don't have any knowledge of whatsoever...

Ugh. What I wouldn't give for a Ka-Bar, some sodium pentathol, and ten minutes with that wanker. It's probably better that I don't have those things, and that I'm seven or eight thousand miles away. The Brits promise a fate worse than capital punishment for assault offenders: life in prison, and sub-standard universal health coverage.

I'm going to get some... Ehhh. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm not going to post for a while. I may do a couple of posts from the station tonight. Take care, folks.