Monday evening. Made physical contact with Aardvark over the weekend in his Bournemouth base. Myself and Earthling-Girlfriend Starbucketta drove down from Birmingham on Saturday.
In terms of our 21st Century humanoid identities, it was a brilliant weekend, celebrating his 30th year on this planet (according to the records.) I managed to keep the C2H50H-intake to a constant but manageable level, so as to prevent the emetic downside of previous 30th birthdays, and to allow rhythmical movement using improvised steps and gestures to the music in Clutes nightclub. Aardvark seemed to have a fantastic time, and I'm sure he most enjoyed heading into his GP surgery at 13:00 the next day with his head still buzzing...
We also thankfully managed stay incognito within our aliases, saving us from difficult explanations to the 50-odd people there who only know the Commander by his common pseudonym. Unfortunately, there was no opportunity to practice any twin Rock-It duelling, so for now, the next evolution of the Squad must remain on hold...
Other things: Claire Short's resignation speach - nice one. Dr Germ captured by the Americans - why the frack do they have to reduce EVERYTHING to do with the war or their so-called War on Terror (otherwise known as the American Foreign Policy / Bush re-election campaign etcetera) to the level of a bad movie? DR GERM? Jeez, it gets more like an Austin Powers film every day. (BTW Austin Powers films aren't "bad" movies. They flickin funny. But we don't want the Super-Power to live by their rules.)