When you don't have anything nice to say, well then perhaps its time consider a career as an analyst.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Old Roman guy from the 16th century convinced us to buy questionably dated lamb for dinner the other night. Bought it and was happy. Hellmuth slipped him some euros for his trouble. He slipped us some bad basement champagne for ours. Much frivolity, far more than the morning after.