I can’t be bothered being cynical again this year. Talk like a pirate day has rolled around again and I shall be drinking grog and counting my pieces of eight and looting and pillaging and having my wicked way with the buxom wenches like a good’un.
(well, actually, I’m sitting on work IRC saying Yarrr! a lot, and will probably go to the pub and drink some rum later, but close enough)