I don't know about you, but the latest update from our Prez got stuck in my company's Spam filter. Apparently it doesn't feel that words like "your own cash" and "get success" are suitable for consumption. While I agree with not wanting to receive e-mail with the former, it doesn't bode too well if it doesn't let you use the s-word via e-mail. Meanwhile it has no problem with "shady drink-fest". Hmmm...maybe it's not so bad after all.

Anyway, unlike Dubya, our Prez is willing to call a spade, a spade and say that the trip to Amoskeag is a Crusade! Indeed it is, although we fully intend to be out of there by June 30th, with an interim government in place. As a result, many old players have been "activated", and Military Sealift Command has arranged for a bus to carry our brave boys in to action. Your club needs you, so sign up with Matt Winch today for an eighteen-month rotation.

Additional campaigns are planned at NERFU and Bull Moose, and before any of that there is the spectre of Old Gold, so it is imperative that you get out to training. If it ever stops bloody raining, we will be at Fox Street tonight, 6pm.

Speaking of Bull Moose, apparently there will be a "panoply of resort amenities", including horses. But it's not what you think.....apparently you ride them.

Panoply. I think that's my new favorite word.

In my continued quest to scrape up the dregs from the very bottom of the Internet, here is today's offering. It's a panoply of dumb ass stuff.