I am most sorry for my lateness this week.

It turns out some winey bookie kid called Tom told his mother I was beating up on him in the betting ring and I was ordered to Canberra to stand in front of some green woman who wanted my cashews. I don't know why, she looked like she had plent of cashews of her own.

So this week I am going to offer bonus odds and my Lord Khrisna blees your vRupees.