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I have to go to Poland. Cutting a long story short, in exchange for a, no, the recipe for coffee vodka, I promised I’d go visit the recipe-giver. She’s in Poland, somewhere.

What do I know about Israel? Not a lot. Oh, yeah, they’re a nuclear power, that’s right.

In the words of Tom Lehrer,

“The Lord’s our shepherd,” says the psalm,
But just in case, we better get a bomb.

I wonder, is that crazy Pauline woman still around down there? I want to call her Pauline Pants-Down, while admitting that might not be her real name. Whoever she was, she was fervently anti-gay. As I say, crazy lady.

Slartibartfast’s finest work was done around the coastline of Norway.

The second most populous country in the world, home to more than a billion people, and I place I’ve never had the desire to visit, for no particular reason I can think of.

The country which most clearly disproved the idea that East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

_{Read the whole poem, and you’ll discover what Kipling was really going on about.}

T and T is home to Proechimys trinitatus, the Trinidad Spiny-rat, which is nowhere near as scary as it sounds, seeing as it’s more closely related to guinea pigs and chinchillas than actual rats.

_{Another flag with prominent red areas? Who’d have thunk it?}

The second-largest country in the world, with a name meaning “village”. Someone’s having a laugh, methinks.

Welcome Austria!

I think I know who’s responsible for bringing the Rising Sun to my page.