Despite the sickening, appalling, and/or dismal turnout, Manfest — Eleven Oh Five was a rousing success. The hut is looking fantastic, with just the front windows left to complete, and we repaired and extended the deck a bit too. Highlights include Al's inspirational hammering song Hey Granddad How Many Undies Did You Take Off Grandma's Bum? (1, 2, 3, 4!) and me convincingly caning my thumb. Allan took some sweet videos and stills but he's only on dialup right, so he doesn't want to upload them you see so we'll have to wait til he can physically transfer them to me and then I'll put them up for you all to ogle. Obviously, it's a logistical nightmare. Ma and Pa's new(ish) dog is flippin' sweet and it made me realise my grieving period has finally elapsed and I'm again ready for some puppy love, so to speak. Which is sweet because the prime contender for Where Will Richard D. Bartlett Live — Oh Six? features a sweet puppy.

Sweet.