This evening.

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I'm not sure what to do tonight. I could go to the pub, as usual, or go to the Beltane fundraiser. Both of these would mean braving licenced establishments on Paddy's Day, which of course is the one day of the year when the braindead walk by law breweries have to convince us that Irishness is simply a matter of wearing green and being a rampant alcoholic (as opposed to wearing tartan and being a rampant alcoholic, which is of course completely authentic cultural Scottishness). Or I could contract oestrogen poisoning watching Alan Rickman films with nickys et multiple al.

I'm slightly disappointed by the blatant howler in today's Wikipedia featured-article-of-the-day. No river anywhere in Britain or Ireland over 70 miles long? That'll be shining bright.