Yeah yeah, I'm slacking. Lots to write about (a funny thing happened on the way back to Copenhagen!) and not enough time to set about writing. But I will say this for now - my cab driver coming home from the bar tonight was a Syrian man named Jihad. Shit you, I do not. So for the cab ride coming home from the bar tonight, I was a Lebanese man named Intifada.

We're brunching on Sunday.