*Read this post with a British Accent!*

Hello, everyone.

My name is Giles, and I'd like to share with you the happenings of this evening.

First, upon arriving at my dwelling for this night before my voyage home, I bade the young girls goodnight and waved them off to bed, before taking a quiet place at the dining room table. After a few minutes reading about the growth of the Pixar company (fascinating what they can do with computer animation these days), I made myself a cup of tea, and sat down to the New York Times, where I read about the murders of several school children in China, the happenings in Bangkok, appalling new trends in fashion, and an article about women serving in submarines, which I thought might interest some of you, and from which I will now quote:

"...but while the decision opens a prestigious career path to women and increases the Navy's recruiting pool for submarine postings, it has been met with quiet resistance..."The chief of the boat calls it a brotherhood of master mariners, -- not a brother and sisterhood," said the sailor, who withheld his name..."If all of a sudden they put females on my submarine, things would change so drastically, I don't think we would be able to flow as well..." Mr.Mason ((another sailor)) said the presence of women would put an end to the kind of camaraderie "that involves close physical contact, like man hugs and bottom pats"...."

My word!

On a previous page, I came across the following statement: "..debauchery awaits. Up and down Dale Mabry Highway (near Tampa, Florida), a stretch that claims to have more lap-dance emporiums per square mile than any city in the country..."

What is this world coming to?!!?