Blimey!!

This weekend I have the distinct pleasure of helping my friend Katy squire two young British boys around New York City. They are friends of her family, or distant cousins, or the only two survivors of the last Battle Royale; I forget which it is. But it's exciting for me, because now I have an excuse to go out and see/do all that touristy crap I haven't done since I moved here.

It also gives me an excuse to push around two young British boys for the entire weekend. Finally, a chance to get even for both the Revolutionary War and those contemptible Spice Girls.

Take that, Margaret Thatcher!