Although it'd be easier just to take the credit and run, both modesty and a painfully strict religious up-bringing (Papa was a Latter-Day Shaker) force me to admit that while the hit-counter at the bottom of the page clicked over the 20,000 mark last night, the figure may be somewhat misleading. Last month Tim and I invested a small portion of the vast wealth we've acquired by posing as distressed Nigerian businessmen in a quaint but servicable sweatshop in south-east Asia, chock full of bright-eyed, lovable urchins who can work surprisingly long hours on just a small bowl of rice and the occasional beating (which reminds me... Pho Duc Nam, you've been consistently coming in under quota. Consider yourself on half rations for the next month. And you're sleeping in the leaky corner until further notice). It's amazing just how much one's ego can be boosted by 48 exploited kiddies refreshing their browsers every couple of minutes. I can't recommend it highly enough.
However, on the off-chance that it's not just Pho Duc and his buddies visiting Sterne, Tim and I would like to take this opportunity to give a big ol' shout out to regular readers, to those who take the time to comment and to the benighted fools who've clicked on the wrong link and haven't managed to navigate away yet. Bless your big hearts and mediocre brains. It's a constant surprise that anyone reads the drivel we heap upon your heads, but an immensely gratifying one. That said, by reading this post you are hereby forfeiting your right to sue or register formal complaints over lack of taste, ethics or quality, and are legally bound to continue reading Sterne daily. Our lawyers are prepared to drag your names and faces through the mud. Also, we know where you live. Be told.
And that goes for you too, Pho Duc. Don't think you can't be replaced.