With a bow in my fist I exhibit decided socialist leanings and a propensity for shooting completely over the target. It's very democratic - the arrow could go anywhere, but it usually veers to the left.

Two days on Keppel was added to by two days spent with N and her young man. Far too much alcohol was consumed and the young men of Gladstone didn't stand a chance. Which might explain why they made such a poor showing. I feel like a rung-out rag, so I am now going to flop off to my rest. Ciao.