A super super super ménage à trois

So it’s been a couple of weeks since the French Bitch and the Belgian Jealov graced cold, cold London with their warm, sunny dispositions (Riiight.)

Their trip was short and sweet and as expected, I had a long and bitter time getting over it. But as we’ve said countless times to each other, that most recent farewell didn’t, in any way, feel like goodbye at all. See you in Manila, bitches. You better lick it. For syrious. And no, Rick. It still hasn’t gotten old. In my head at least. Sorry, folks. Private joke.

The fiercely intelligent and outspoken French Bitch, Isabelle. One of the geniuses behind mashallanews.com, a website that gives you well-informed commentary about the things that matter in the Arab regions.

It’s his Elvis impersonation, he says. I say it’s more Conan O’Brien than the King of Rock ‘n Roll.

What’s a proper reunion without some bubbly?

Rick and his dead possum.

Ah, the note that ended my panic attacks. Thank you, Electric Airwaves. And thank you, Rick and Isabelle, for remaining calm while my nerves were in a state of frenzy.

London, check. Next stop: Manila!