FOLLOWUP: WHEW, WE'RE NOT THE ONLY ONES

As noted below, my kids like showing me boogers. But at least they don't get put on a tourist pamphlet while they're mining. I feel much better now.

IS IT BECAUSE HE TOOK OUT ONE OF THOSE SILLY CARDS?

In the UK, prime minister Gordon Brown is getting behind an effort to let hospitals take organs from the deceased without their consent.

MAN: Hello. Uhh, can we have your liver?
MR. BROWN: My what?
MAN: Your liver. It's a large, ehh, glandular organ in your abdomen.

There goes life, imitating Monty Python again.

HON, WE'RE GONNA NEED A BIGGER GARAGE

In England, an ex-serviceman's club is roughly equivalent to our American Legion or VFW halls...and in Chiddingfold, Surrey, the ex-servicemen's club is shutting down, which is sad not only for the old veterans, but also for the local musicians who rehearsed there over the years.

You may be familiar with them.

At any rate, I know that the Hudson Valley is a bit of a schlep from Surrey, but yours truly stands ready to make my garage and/or back porch available for a rehearsal space should Messrs. Clapton, Banks, Collins and/or Rutherford require it. The garage ceiling is high enough where a small light show may even be possible.

ENGLAND DISCOVERS THE BREAD BOWL

You can find those Golden Arches most anywhere in the world where the roads are paved, and the French long ago tried to chase off culinary Americanisms...but somehow, the mighty bread bowl, that staple of Super Bowl parties, poker nights and baby showers has never crossed the Atlantic to England. Until now.

David Williams, the managing director of Butt Foods, which has developed the idea, admits: "Our banks, our investors all thought we were crackers. But we've now proved them wrong."

Yeah, Butt Foods. Talk about your branding headaches. I could've sworn with a name like that they'd have been around since the 1500s, but they were birthed in 1990. Points to them for not falling for the branding craze - over here their company would have been named eStarch or Bredilent or some such idiocy.

So how does one serve jellied sheep's lungs in a bread bowl?