Mark Steyn holds forth on Benghazi with a sombre tone.

That would be the time when, after the nightly toothbrushing, suspicion is aroused as to the bathroom sink’s slow drainage, leading to the lifting out of the plug assembly, exposing a palmful of sticky, stringy, hairy blob, with a dozen nail clippings sticking out.

I took no photo. You’re welcome.

Dear Stratford Festival. On behalf of myself, and my 5- and 7-year old sons, I apologize in advance for next Tuesday afternoon. If the ladies accompanying us cannot impose civility / we may take the opportunity / to sing loud with impunity. We will take your libretto / to our center seat / see the show a second time / for to us it is such a hit.

Sorry for the pastiche. I will keep my day job.