I do not seek responsibility; it lands on my shoulder and shits down my neck.

However, this day I have been spared. My name didn't come out of the hat, so I'm not spending the next six weeks on the jury of a murder trial. This one, in fact, which doesn't look like it's going to be pleasant.

In other news, the local clam-fetishists have an extremely odd notice up outside their office. I got a photo (to the apparent bemusement of somebody coming out) which I may share with you later.
The picture? Oh, I have every intention of putting it up here, but not until later.
it's a clan / tartan reference - purple on lemon yellow. means it's got something to do with clan mcradge.