Upon reaching the summit of White Horse Hill, I came to realise that not all tourist honey spots are direct causes of complacency.

The truth is out there,and a few little lies! I prefer to avoid it and bury my head in the sand and snuffle for termites. My best friend is an Ostrich called Frank, and he owns a puppet made in the image of Bernie Clifton.

[antiknees] It was nice to see you in Yukon as well.

I am not making this post as a simple method of ascertaining whether the main page shows the time as GMT or BST.

[widey] I have one of those too! (A best friend called Frank who is an ostrich, not a Bernie Clifton puppet, obviously.)