Cryptic? Moi?

Some people say Americans have no sense of irony. I decry: every so often they pull off something that can only be a perfect example of subtle humour and nerves-of-steel delivery. At least, I hope that's what it is.

It reminds me of Brasseye, with Dr Fox driving a nail through a crab. I was going to explain the reasoing behind that statement, but I think it's better if I just leave it to your imagination. Besides, I have to be Over There in little under a quater-hour (about 1 000 seconds, for you metric star-children).

So that's it. Sorry for the underweight offering... I've been trying to cut back my internet intake. Finals loom ever more fearsome.

Song in my head: It was on Zeilsteen, and they don't 'do' announcements. It's a predominantly lyric-led, and there's something about "So I found myself on the supposed Golden Path". If anyone tells we what it is, I will send them gifts.