I was at the theatre today, and guess what turned up. A bunch of Chinese people. They hadn't come to see me, though, so it seems they hadn't read my blog (except on a cosmic level, maybe.) None of them sang, danced or bit my neck.
And Mr Ford is now back in the fold. He's had his EGR valve blocked off, but his voice hasn't changed.
Oh, and Mr Rob told me all about how permaculture is the best bet for the future of the planet. Must keep that in mind for next time round. Collect waste paper from an early age.