Bizarre as it may seem, dear old Tom has arrived in America. This is the guy who finds a trip to Bovey Tracey traumatic and taxing, and thinks that Newton Abbott is about as sophisticated as a very sophisticated thing.
He has started blogging again, and is telling you all of the things about the USA that I have told him over the years. Had the soft twat listened to me, he could have saved himself the trouble of going. I can see him settling in the Mid West on a farm with fifteen thousand acres. Never travelling more than 20 miles to the nearest town. He has discovered Whole Food Market (which he could have done by reading this blog), has been to Target, but not realised how cheap stuff is out there yet, apparently. I hope he brings me a present from his holiday.