Somehow, the Royal We managed to take a break from the incessant blog posting (that's a lie) and non-stop wassailing (that's true) to
1) Appear on last night's edition of the Shuttlecoque Sporting Hour. Listen here: http://sportinghour.blogspot.com. Not sure it's a performance that can be "recommended" in good conscience to neutral parties, but I do describe the strange dream I had yesterday morning in which I was mysteriously transposed with Stephen Gerrard and led Liverpool in a match against Tottenham Hotspur...a match played not at White Hart Lane, but in a vast concrete plaza at the foot of towering London apartment blocks.
2) Write a book review for The San Francisco Chronicle, the official newspaper of Sam Spade.