Gee, thanks Andrew. Now you’ve got my wife all stirred up again. “He’s trashing Dr Pepper again!” she fumed. “No haggis for Andrew Stuttaford!” I reminded her that if not for you and Papa Goldberg, there are no others in our circles who would dare to eat the thing. “Well, okay,” Julie said, “but he has to drink Dr Pepper with it.” I wouldn’t wish that on anybody; the Macallan will do just fine.

Happy Bobbie Burns Day, y’all. Maybe the Goldbergs can be persuaded to hold a Mardi Gras dinner for Jonah’s NYC colleagues. Now that he’s no longer vegan, Jonah can come too. We’ll have haggis, gumbo, king cake, Abita, Dr Pepper and the Macallan. Luci can masquerade as Marie Laveau. Who says right-wingers aren’t multicultural? Oh man, I’ve got Professor Longhair on my disc player right now…