And so, another Curryttee Meating has come and gone. A new subtitle for the banner photograph was decided, put forward by the PR Secretary. Medial Malleolus managed to hobble in without his crutches, but still on the receiving end of astute sarcasm, and a variety of routes were discussed for the Northern Raid in June. It is hoped the Far East Correspondent will be able to join us on here soon, and it was pointed out that Phileas was born in the wrong body and has missed his way in life almost as much as the Medial Malleolus and PR Secretary. Whilst biased, I still believe that I make by far the best woman, and if I had a body like that, I'd stay in at night. I can heartily recommend the chicken tikka Bengal masala from the clubhouse, and Raspberry Fool bitter from the pub down the street. In a month or so, it will be time for a Final Gathering before the Big Push North, the Border Raid, the Trip to Skye, and other Unnecessary Use of Capital Letters.
Sleep well.