"Are you fit to drive?"
"Yes."

Good News: Plotting world domination can make you an international bestselling novelist.

Bad News. Being an international best-selling novelist didn't do Solzhenitsyn an awful lot of good.

'Twas Brexit, and the slimy Gove / Did gyre and gibber in the halls / All mimsy was that Johnson cove / And the "OUT" maths was balls.

Someone do the next stanza...

[Superman] Nah. This is the chat thread, and you're just wanting to rant poetically. Who knows where it will end? Start a game for it if you really want to. (I do an awful lot of it on Twitter - in fact I troll 'Brexit Central' daily.)
In other news, I have successfully used my Dutch network *smug* to get new tyres installed on the windy miller's 70-year old Fergie tractor, as a birthday present. And the local GP surgery has offered me a Vitamin D shot to counter the winter gloom.

(pen) I like the idea of you trolling the rabid loonies. I hope you're not too rude.

Plans fr the weekend, anyone? I actually don't have any. Which is nice.

Eat. Sleep. Archery. Repeat.
Some alcohol may be involved as well.

[Blob] Archery? I dint no you did that. At targets I presume, rather than rabbits and edibles.

[pen] Yes targets. Although I have done field archery shooting at pictures of rabbits and other game.

Ah. Soz.

[Blob] So you and your friends basically spent the entire weekend on your butts?

It's not too early to start discussing plans for the weekend, is it? it's the English Editors' association dinner in Utrecht on Sunday. We'll all be minding our Ps and Qs, obvs.