Parrrrrr-tay!

We're having a party, and you're invited. Of course, every day is a party day here at Computer Life -- we normally start at 8:30am with a large bowl of jelly trifle apiece, followed by 10am Tizer and lashings of those little fishpaste sandwiches with the crusts cut off. Then Rob puts on his carp suit and we play Tickle the Trout all afternoon, until Miss Jose tells us all it's home time...

Of course, we wouldn't want you to have to take our word for it. That's why we've got Rupert to hijack the US Department of Defence Keyhole 19 spy satellite and park it in geosynchronous orbit above our London Bridge residence. We won't be able to fool the Pentagon for too long -- they're smart cookies, and it normally takes them no longer than three years to spot when a multi-billion dollar piece of hardware's been stolen -- so gather ye pixels while ye may.

(oh, by the way. FOAD stands for Friend Of Alastair Dabbs. Honest.)

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