Having been living the last decade or decalogue inside a cavernous pit without paying the least bit of attention to the world around me, including this thread, I find myself travelling by llamalope (a cross between a llama and an antelope) to Semeland or whatever it shall be called.

I deem myself worthy to reside in a nuclear-powered welfare oligarchy (the rich reap the bennies). Or so I propose.

I will worship the Passionfruit Cheesecake when topped by dark Belgian chocolate.

The llamalope shall be the new nation's animal, or so I propose.

Possible roles:

Mistress of Ice Floes.

Ambassatrix from Greenland.

Woman of the Multi-coloured Jeans.

Minister in Charge of Embezzlement.

That last sounds most endearingly prophetable.



Location? Somewhere off in uncharted terrain between Cambodia and Laos? Deep in the Amazonian rainforest?