Good morning, folks. Yorkshire tea and a Boston Cream. Jet lag is a bitch but it's been better than some trips. Bigger problem is that I'm having leg cramps after a long period without them. Woke up at five and my right leg went, "Hey, let's torture Seeker for a while." Give me the bag for that tea. Need to make it strong.
On a Lush note from my trip: In ancient Greece, their porn was often in the form of dirty pottery. Yep, there's a lot of Greek pottery with very explicit paintings on it. And the modern Greeks seem to have realized what the founders of Lush did: Sex sells. We visited a modern pottery shop that makes reproductions of classical work for the tourist market and, lo and behold, they actually had a graphic pot of a satyr banging a nymph on their store shelves. And there's playing cards and other knick knacks illustrated with ancient Greek porn, too. Wise and thoughtful the culture of Plato and Aristotle may have been, but they still appreciated good smut.😊