I know it's Sunday night and you're all exhausted after partying all weekend (except Thog, who is probably still trying to outrun Lili) but get out the bunting, roll out the barrel, deck the halls, fire up the Quattro, and please be so kind as to give a good ol' villages welcome to jpsorrow. Welcome, Joshua. In time-honoured fashion, pull up a seat, put your feet up, and indulge in the beverage of your choice. Not the daiquiries, though. They're spoken for.