I have almost been set on fire, I've been inside an American hospital for the first time (as a visitor, so not to worry anybody!), drank inside a train car, hugged The Rock several times, had many positive comments made about my coat, mourned The Electric Blender, horrified people with tales of bacon ice-cream and chocolate caviar, became my usual capitalist whore self in Southpoint, thought about joining a campaign to sve the Cat's Cradle from demolition... ... oh, and got sunburnt. This place is still odd. It's currently 18˚C outside. I made the mistake of wearing a t-shirt, shirt and my coat this morning. It's not right! It's December! It's supposed to be bitterly cold! BITTERLY COLD!