You've all heard me talking about R before, I'm sure. He's one of my oldest friends, and we have an unusual but interesting relationship, where we swap insults, weird ideas and sexual innuendo as fast as our whacked-out minds can produce the stuff. Well, my dearly beloved R has gone to the States for the summer (or, rather, the winter, as he will be experiencing it), and he's producing an online travel diary, hosted by the anarchical institution that is the Croquet Club. If you're interested in reading about his zany hi-jinks, you're in luck, because you can. Just don't tell him I sent you.