...I spoke, and now I'm off to get absolutely skullfucked.
Twas extremely nerve wracking. Usually when I have a microphone in my hands, I'm ten Jaegermeisters down, and I'm shinging drunken shongs at The Colony Arms.
Someone even asked me a question, which was rather delightful. I'm amongst Web 2.0 experts here, let it be known. Those sufficient in enough geekery to talk the talk, and do it without shvitzing out half their bodily fluids beforehand.
Now I'm off to meet Paris Man - my very very first boyfriend (Nine, ten years ago?) who is a Grahamstown local and has informed me - drunkedly mind you - that the Springboks were ahead at half-time. Then I'll probably join the rest of the crew for some intoxicated shenanigans later.
All hail ye Rat & Parrot. I'm back.