I'm a technically-challenged, computer-illiterate idiot whose brain sloshes with every step I take. So to Candy and Suisan and the other anonymous, profound and abject apologies for screwing up with the comment moderation thing. I've found your comments and I've switched off that bloody, bloody moderation button for good. I swear.
And thank you for all the lovely comments. I feel the love.
Death, for screwing up your ranking you may poke me in the eye with a very sharp stick next time you're over here. And I will bring you a Czech republican mullet wig as tribute.
Suisan, for dropping your comments, you are welcome to stand at the main door shouting angry words as I clean up a stable full of horse poo. With a teaspoon. In heels.
Candy, what can I say? You even emailed me about this and I still screwed it up. I'm a dumbass. You were the first to comment (umm... except for the other anonymous), and your caps lock is most definitely the cappiest. It fair rocked me back in my seat. No punishment is too great. If you deem it necessary, I'll even read a Connie Mason, cover-to-cover, without skipping over any magenta-tinged descriptions while some godforsaken medley of Michael Bolton singing "Special Songs for Women" plays on permanent loop. As I tour Britain's finest bus stations.
And I think I've found all your posts now.