Bee is off tomorrow to Chicago for a week, with her best friend. I’m anticipating some exciting reports about the waterfront, South Side blues, a trip out to the prairie and up the Sears Tower, and much more, but I won’t be getting these until she returns. In the meantime, I’ve resolved to blog every day, to keep me out of mischief. Or get me into it. Or something. Tomorrow’s will be about a ludicrous night in north-west Pembrokeshire, in 1993. Or something.