Would You Say You Had a Plethora Of Limos?

Greetings from Oahu, island of a thousand limos, very little internet, and the sun-kissed reason for our silence. We are sorry you were not warned. the inner Mark Felt thought that surprise was the key. We have no way of posting pictures right now, although neither did Atrios when he went away. We toyed with asking Mig-Hell to guest blog, but feared for the profanity and art-rock liability. In any case, being a big flash mp3 blog, and all that, he would, rightly, have bristled at the subservience it suggested.

We have few huge insights on Hawaii to offer, although it's the most colonial bit of the US of A we have ever visited, and looks just like Tora! Tora! Tora!. Diamond Head was glorious, and not good for one's health, the iced coffee is somewhat dubious, and the Ocean Club has illicit smoky thrills we have not encountered since Oxford's Park End.

Tonight, we rock the home of the Mai Tai, and the Cheesecake Factory. Stay fragrant.