For whatever reason, it seems that I can no longer get at the WordPress dashboard from my work station.

Whether this is just some kind of technical glitch or a concerted effort on the part of the Powers That Be, I don’t know.  All for the best perhaps, in either case, since I ought not to be goofing off on the job.

Anyhoo, the point is that as a result I probably shall be confining my postings here on out (plus comment approval and the like) to thoughts that occur to me later on in the evening.

Suffice to say, you have now been warned.  In vino veritas, and all that.

In fact, I  had dinner with fellow-Llama Steve-O a few months back.  He let fall that he comes over to Port Swillers’ Central from time to time himself.  Indeed, he  floated the metaphor that TPSAYE was Robbo’s back room, the one behind the leather curtain, the one where you go to get “the good stuff”.

You may make of that what you will.   I dunno if the stuff will be “good”, but it certainly will be, well, Prime Robbo.