Tis the season. The season all your stateside friends and relatives suddenly remember that you live in London and they've always wanted to go to London. Then they realize that accommodation in London is very expensive. As of yesterday, the Hotel du Expat is now open, and the Welcome mat is about to get worn to shreds. I won't be around these parts much for the next month, because most people seem to regard "watching me dick around on the internet" as a crappy way to spend their holiday. Bastards.
As a consolation prize for the lack of comments, I show my love for all of you via Tacky World Cup Merchandise, Exhibit B.
In case you can't tell, this is a computer mouse in the shape of a lady's torso, wearing an England shirt. I found it at Foyle's bookshop.