As this picture unfolded before me, scrolling its way upwards as my eyes went downwards, I thought for a glorious demisecond that I was gazing at a pair of briefs... a new tree grows in LuLa!
Oh well, New Orleans or Venice, it's all the same if it's not pants. Hell, it might even be the same regardless of pants or not pants: the threat of water is always there for both.
Lots of disappointments today. Never mind, Top Gear is on tonight, and perhaps they have all had brain transplants. That would be nice - could hardly be worse. But it's a strange thing: they are the ones who are rich. Just like the sportsmen.
Funny old world. Perhaps I should take up golf.