Last night we went to a one-day-late Guy Fawkes' barbeque at Jo's in Devonport. Rach had returned from her epic journey to the States and told us tales of her antics around the northeast. She also went to Florida and visited a bar called... wait for it... Masty's. This is, of course, the funniest thing ever and we got a lot of mileage out of it. 'Masty's... where they're always glad you came!'

Much sympathy about the election was expended. Peter and Brent were each pleased to meet another Ted Leo fan. We ate meats and salads. Tuborg was consumed. We laughed immoderately at dumb jokes. Yay.