Virgil.

As the Musical Youth once sang: "give me music make me jump and prance" you fellows. After the olde timey sing song of last Fi, all gathered together in a male bonding session of manly crooning to each other we fall upon a Fi that is up against it.

The wives have double booked, in some cases even triple booked their own stuff and have left many of us looking after Ickleruut, Li'lcookies and Betabetas I vote that we 'mote in this 'Fiday and hit the mean streets of LibCit, whatsay?