Obligatory Tribute to Homer Simpson

Just back from three days in a caravan on the Isle of Grain. Literally three days -- I slept at home, commuting with Comedy Dave and the dog, neither of whom were really happy with the caravan concept.

The spookily-named Allhallows Camp is great for bike-mad boys, even if they are a bit iffy about brakes. And the more mad son is very iffy on the brakes -- or at least that's a much more palatable theory than accepting that he's played too much "The Simpsons Hit and Run". Of course, when he runs into an occupied, parked van, and then sidesteps the inevitable argument with the Homer collision soundbite from the game: "Ow! My neck!" you have to wonder.