You may think I am in an Olympian frame of mind, but no. In reality I've just taken an aeroplane over the sea where I now have my mind on the gap and the gap on my mind. That said, I'll most likely be prone to colouring my text in the Queen's tongue this week to recognise that not all English words are created equal and should be humoured as such, posting at increasingly random and erratic hours thanks to the Greenwich Mean, and I'll also be dipping my willy deep into the jackass European photo archive to find a few odd titbits that may or may not have ever been seen before*. Lastly, should I admit to having enjoyed a good in-out-in-out with a fanny, rest assured it does not mean I've engaged in recreational butt sex. One country's fanny is another country's keister, and that's one region you don't want to find yourself lost in translation at the border.
* This is all dependent upon my lifetime aluminium intake and how much it has already tainted my brain's memory reserves with a touch of the Alzheimer's.
(Photo by Rick Kosick; London, England 2000)