Comfortably ensconced back behind my desk at work, I find myself contemplating yet more new Security Kitchen features that will probably never happen.
Yet back at home, I choose to drink myself stupid whilst Ms. Monoid watches her seemingly endless cavalcade of American dreck on Netflix.
And you wonder why nothing ever gets done around here.
So why at this point my mind turns towards "Paradise Towers", I cannot hope to explain.
Maybe I subconsciously yearn for simpler days, when all I had to think about were swimming pools, improbable polka-dot costumes, and Bonnie Langford with her legs wide open.
Yeah, right.
Make that read consciously...
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