In approximately 11 hours, give or take a minute or three, our tiggeril will be boarding a plane and heading off to Europe as part of a study-abroad program.
Have fun and good luck tigs!
And study hard and don’t talk to strangers and look both ways before crossing the street and don’t eat the yellow snow.
Don’t talk to strangers? Then how am I supposed to collect my harem of strapping young rugby-playin’ lads?
Good point… Perhaps I should come along to, erm, talk to the strangers for you.
And do remember to look both ways when crossing the street! They drive on the other side ofthe road to what you are used to! 
Have a smashing time in Europe, tigg! Be sure to bring back enough rugby players for everyone.
Three words.
Sephora. Flagship. Store.
The tiggeril has landed!
I’m on the phone with Fierra, who is at Heathrow, waiting for her. Her plane arrived 25 minutes late, and the board says she should be “in customs”, but no sign of her yet…
Final tiggeril update:
She’s arrived safely. Fierra just called me from the Tube ticket counter at Heathrow, and she, tigg, and baggage are about to head off to Victoria.
wh00t!
Tiggy’s in my timezone!
Tiggs, could you perhaps bring back one or fifteen of those young rugby-playing lads for … experimentation and studying?