I’ve been away on holiday for the past week or so. It was a very relaxing vacation, mostly a family affair with a few distant relatives who I have no recollection of ever having met. None of my family had ever met them either, so it was assumed that they were extremely distant. Six degrees of seperation and all that.

Where did we go, you ask? We went to Gibraltar. It’s a lovely place, the moon was very bright due to random and arbitrary equatorial effects and the natives were very friendly, bestowing us with gifts and assorted poisons all throughout our stay in the local hotel. During the day, we would wander the streets, tripping over discarded corpses and shooting bison with our hip-mounted airguns. At night, we would resume the consumption of various intoxicating substances, and Great Auntie Nebulator would dance the Dance of a Thousand Suns before collapsing into a heap on the floor and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

There is much to do in Gibraltar, including the Running of the Taps - a traditional event where several taps are left running for a few minutes while the locals run away from them - Fishing with Microwaves which is a lot of fun, especially under the influence of alcohol and Spanners and Fights, a charming theme park which embodies many of the customs and past-times of this wonderful place.

The only real disappointment of the vacation came at the end, in Gibraltar airport, when we left Great Auntie Nebulator unattended for a few minutes and she was destroyed in a controlled explosion.