First, thanks to The Filthy Smoker for keeping the home fires burning in The Kitchen.
Your humble Devil and his lovely wife (cripes!), Bella, have returned from our week-long sojourn in the relaxed atmosphere of Cyprus—about which I shall write in a little while.
Our flight set off three hours late (more on that later too) and, as we were greeted by (practically) jackbooted Border Agency scum, I felt a swelling rage. A copy of the Metro has completed the process, and your humble Devil will soon be using this blog for its intended purpose—venting my spleen.
However, first I have to drag myself to work...