For the benefit of any squeamish folks, the Sydney Bloggers picnic on April Fool’s Day (you are coming, aren’t you weez?) will not be serving up babies of any kind, and certainly not boiled.

That just ruins the crunchy bits.

Not coming unless there’s plenty of honey BBQ toddlers, TT. Save me some toes to nibble, ok?

You’re quite right- babies just go all squishy when you boil ’em. A waste of perfectly good baby, if you ask me. Deep fry the little suckers, I say!

By the way, is there anything in this world that is expressly for the squeamish?

Seriously, I’m not sure if I can make it to the picnic thang. Having a real ordinary time from an orthopaedic perspective. We’ll see how I’m doing closer to the day.

As a lapsed physioterrorist, I have a lot of respect for orthopaedic woes. Intelligently designed my arse.

tt, ‘physioterrorist’ is bloody well right. I have surmised since 1990 that there is a special place in hell for physiotherapists.

Shall I tell you about the one who upbraided me for not getting out of my hospital bed to come down to PT after a 30mg shot of morphine? Cripes, I could hardly tell if the drapes were open or closed, much less get out of bed & into a wheelchair, ferfuxsake.

Wow! Sounds like Berlusconi might be behind in the polls! Surely not!

Berlo must subscribe to the John Howard school of dirty political tricks. 🙄