I apologize to all Britsassians. Last time I came to the UK, I brought the worst flooding you'd had since the 1940's. This time I brought riots. I'm gone now, though, so you should be safe. You even got me back by, collectively, I can only assume, stranding me in Canada overnight on my way home.
Fincham: Where are you going?
Me: I have no idea
Fincham: I meant where are you sitting. This wasn't an existential question.
Me: I have no idea
Fincham: I meant where are you sitting. This wasn't an existential question.