lovely, darlin, lovely

As much as I'm sure you came here hoping for more tales from the continuing saga of Mr. Barely Legal -- and really it is almost criminal for me to keep it from you, because there is only one more installment and it promises to be a DOOZIE -- I cannot deliver. In less than 24 hours I'll be on a plane bound for London, and with that on the brain I'm barely good for anything and could hardly be expected to spin that tale for you now.

But I will promise you that it's coming, and tell you that I'll be doing my best to blog from London as WiFi will allow. I'll be blogging about my adventures regardless, I'm just hoping to be able to do it live rather than after the fact. We shall see what the internet gods deem appropriate.

Whether you hear from me sooner or later, you can rest assured that as soon as I land I will be hugging English people left and right, gleefully riding the tube, chowing on Branston pickle, dairy milk and Ribena and minding that MF-ing gap all over town. Hallelujah, I love England.