Well, this is just wonderful! I come back, throw open all the windows, dust down the cobwebs, vaccum the carpets, polish the furniture, eject Twitchy, the resident vermin (well, change his straw, give him some fresh food and water and settle him in the garage at least), light the log fire, turn down the lights, plump the cushions, get the brown ale and pork scratchings ready for Theland, uncork the wine and lay out the cheeseboard and grapes for the rest of us, put my posh frock on, along with lashings of mascara, a dab of lipstick, and a gallon of Chanel Chance, in preparation for a wonderfully convivial evening of intense and hilarious debate with my very best friends, and what happens? Three stars and Houdini, that's what happens! Fine! Marvellous! So much for the grand re-opening! Flipping useless you lot! MUST TRY HARDER! Sperlatt!!
Oops, I've just had a terrible thought. Maybe you didn't know there was to be a grand re-opening. Did I forget to send the invitations out? Oh drat! Some secretary I turned out to be! Well, I have a good excuse. This is Starman's pad - not mine - I'm just the housekeeper - so maybe he'll let everyone know. How about it, Starman?