There I was, just a few hours back from Canada and enjoying a glass of wine at the Dallas "local" with my philisophical friend, GWB. Then bang! Six shots were fired, right outside the restaurant.
"Did you hear that?" asked my Wittgensteinian ally.
"I certainly did."
"Gunfire."
"Yes. Let's check it out."
So out we went and I noticed a punter taking cover behind a wall in the car park, so I walked over and asked what had happened. "They drove by, real slow," he said, "shooting that way. I figured I should get behind this wall." I asked him if there'd been any return fire and he said no, which was precipitate, because another shot was fired from a block or two away. Probably the enemies of the drive-by gang asserting themselves.
And that was that. Fortunate that the restaurant wasn't shot up and that no one was hurt.
In other news, the fruity old English thesp, Stephen Fry, has announced that he's going to "marry" some boy.
Try to keep your dinner down.
LSP
