This is an emergency update! We went out to our parked car on the main street of Maynooth and found that the hubcap was gone. Robbed! "This is terrible," we said to each other, "Now we will always be known as the people with three hubcaps. How humiliating!" Then we said to each other, in unison, in fact, "We are so poor, how will we ever afford a new hubcap?" Then we cursed our employers for not paying us enough money to pay for new hubcaps. Then we cursed the insurance company for not covering us for hubcap theft.

But lo! The story does not end with cursing. That filthy robber had a conscience! They left, I kid you not, five euros on the ground beside the wheel. Surely, with the value of our car, this would buy twenty fine hubcaps! We took our five euros and went to the finest restaurant in the village and ate like kings, for a week, until we exploded and died, like the naked fat geezer in Se7en.

Then we went to see Mission Impossible III in the cimena and it was a boomy delight to behold. Now it is time for breakfast! I love it when a plan comes together.

neuro-praxis -- Laying Down The Reggae Beat in the Background