Plucking Away at the Modern Metrosexual

Guy Fawkes is a personality only vaguely familiar here in the 50 colonies. Unless you’re addled with Princess Di Syndrome, are a member of the English Speaking Union or have pledged your devotion to David Beckham or the Spice gal to whom he is betrothed.
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In Search of that Elusive Flash Mob

The clerk at a neighborhood UPS Store was severely friendly. He greeted me like an old amigo. (Ah, yes, a benefit of having one’s mug shot published weekly!)

“So, dude, what’s up with this flash mob thing?” Read the rest of this entry »