since i found the other books of christopher moore, i ordered three, and they were in yesterdays mailbag. so now i am sitting in the garden with the warm glow of yesterdays „tour de bad taste“ (greetz to the mountains), having been accepted with 8 pictures for a book and having a deadline pushed back 3 months (not the diploma of course). pretty soon a couple of friends will come over, and we’ll talk of times past and stuff to come, over many a‘ pint. and a date tomorrow. just some very small tweaks are now left for this time to be called my time.