I've been very lazy for some days now; it's not as if it was boring, but it was nice to just relax after week after week of "events". You can't rest during an event; that would be frowned upon. At the very least, you have to embrace the event and run with it as best you can.

For us, our event this week was the visit of our friend, Neil Bull of the BBC. Neil was one of the members of the infamous Seventh Gay Calvary of the old days (and participant in the equally-infamous pool party photo back in Aug. 2007). It was an all-too-short visit if you ask me; his new boyfriend, Luca, turned many heads.

Another, equally important event, was the return of Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish back from a trip to Ireland; yes, she has been away, and the reason you haven't seen her sainted name mentioned here is that I don't talk about the guilty when they are absent from the court of world opinion. But, she is back, and the RKO tower is working overtime. Of great interest to me was her story about attending tea at a club called, The Phoenix, in Dublin; Mamie had been intrigued by the ad from the club for "Emerald Warriors". Upon arriving she found that The Warriors was a gay rugby team that was presenting their best baked cakes at the tea; when asked what she drank, Mamie replied, "Not tea." The next story involved a dairy farmer who had never seen a king-sized bed, but I won't go into that; we have to do all we can to keep the milk and cheese industry stimulated.