I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air -- or as free as an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a man to be. Under such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.
--Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Thursday 2 August 2007
Frivolity!
Nom nom nom nom (that's the sound of cats eating, promise).
Kevin! Go! Get thee to a grocery store! Gus must take part in this grand ol' tradition!
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