End Of The Month

After an aborted attempt 2 years ago R and I are at last off to China. Bags are packed, butterflies housed in the stomach, passports and tickets checked until they have smooth wear marks on them.

Around us the Middle East screams as the cockpit of Armageddon writhes and the Beast slouches towards it, George W vetoes a democratically approved bill on stem cell research, and Tony looks more adrift from the world than ever.

Don't care.