I'm supposed to be one of the guests this week at Commonwealth Conservative and doing a poor job of it, not incidentally because the monitor of this tired old home computer is starting to wig out on me.
I called up Dad to describe the symptoms and discuss possible outcomes. Probably the worst that could happen, he said, would be about like the time you were watching the TV when it popped and smoked and the picture went bad and it left a black spot on the wall while you sat there and kept on watching it.
Anyhow, I have managed to get out this one post. I've only got three more days to undermine what John Behan has got going on there, before the Judicial Conference.
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