Yes, the circus is back in Edmunston town, checked and settled into HAPPYCLUB motel, and the head clowns are about to eat Texas Red, in style. Winner of the 1984 Texas State Chili Cook-off. (Not this particular pot. That would be like bungee jumping with your large intestine.)
Two grown and growly men quaffing the Brahma and bingeing on late-night chili. Should make for inner'esting nocturnal stirrings. One word: malodour. Or is it two words?
List of topics discussed thus far en route in transit:
1. Whingeing, re: physical signs of aging
2. Special AND general theories of relativity
3. How to get trapped in Czech Republic (hint: absinthe plus early checkout time)
4. 10-minute poems: how long do they take to write?
5. Catch and release policies on mosquitoes
6. Gabe Freakin' Foreman
As we sign off, Connolly, brandishes the pack of wooden matches. "We all know what these are for," he says and places them gently on the porcelain toilet-top.
Sleep well, gentlefolk.
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