So, I'm in Europe, work gives me 60 Euro a day to spend eating and drinking, and I'm sitting here in the hotel re-reading the "V for Vendetta" graphic novel, with Eurosport on in the background, and eating McDonalds. I sense your disapproval, so fuck ya'll, I spent all my per diem on a bottle of rum and I'm opening my own dance club on my balcony. They wouldn't let me into a club in a bathrobe anyway and I'll be damned if I'm paying to drink club swill when it could be an El Dorado night here. Arrr.