23 August 2007
They are, to put it not at all delicately, fucking fucked. If you left one and you can't see it then it is, to the best of my evidently woefully inadequate knowledge, lost. Please continue to grasp that piping hot thought at the very front of your mind however; normal service will be resumed as soon as someone who knows what they are doing comes to my assistance.
Alternatively, my email address is up there. Why don't you and I take this opportunity to have a pleasant game of Mornington Crescent together while we wait? I'll start with the classic Fry's Peppermint Creme opening gambit of 1933 if I may and say Pimlico.
Update: Comments really are working again now. Moist, fulsome praise for Sevitz, a moderate to firm birching for me who broke them in the first place and a damnation of a particularly itchy variety to the unnamed blogger who currently has be boxed into Arsenal with a reverse Trellis (North Wales variation) manoeuvre.