A Long time ago in a galaxy far, far away we guys went on a tour. Since then a lot has happened including people forgetting that this blog still exists. Unbeknownst to them, the naysayers, this blog has been raking up astronomical numbers of hits from all over the world. Its author has been given the world media and in evading the imperial papparazzi this man and his faithful group of freedom seekers have been chased half-way across the galaxy. His driver however had the uncommon ability to keep his eyes open (which is a rarity among drivers of high profile people) and they did NOT crash into walls of the trans-dimensional warp-hole they jumped into.
I am going to jump ahead to the conclusion now. The last line of my suppossedly superb essay on the tour is as follows. "So, what have I gained from this tour? Apart from developing a liking for vodka, nothing else." This line was going to be a dramatic finale to a swashbuckling essay. This however was not to be because the swashbuckling essay in question was never really put down on either paper or on the random access memory of my computer.
Please dont judge the success of the whole thing from my apparently sarcastic last line. This line was put up just for effect, or "kicks" as some would put it. If you want the exact description of the tour, please ask me in person and I will say that I'll tell you later, upon which you're suppossed to grunt your assent. If however you need a blow-by-blow account of the whole thing, ask Raja Deepak, who will tell you everything with the right amount of exaggerations thrown in.
Will try and post something worth the while.