By popular request - ok, so just Shalen asked - how Cake Wars came to be!  I debated long and hard about calling it Cake Wars IV: A New Gateau but didn't think I could keep the theme going, so it's plain old cake wars! The setting is a (wait for it ...) coffee shop. Yes, I know, such a shock, me being in a coffee shop!  My habits had changed a little in the past few months; I used to walk back along the pedestrian precinct in town to swing by a coffee shop, but that shop had closed down. I still walked past it on the way in and it sat empty for quite a while.  Then, one day, it looked like it was re-emerging from it's somnulent state.  A few

There I was, sitting in a coffee shop (yes, I know, a rare thing, but I do from time to time ...) when the opening of the door caught my peripheral vision so I turned my head a bit and saw a gentleman in a blue uniform enter (and no, NOT the police finally catching up with me ..!) and it became very obvious he was Royal Navy, much like his colleague who I then saw hard on his heels.  My first thought was "they must have badly mis-parked their ship", even if we were within a long stone's throw from the sea).  A thought that was quickly dashed as they walked past to the counter and their shoulder patches saying, "bomb disposal" became visible.

Fire up deviantART in Chromium and it hangs on 'waiting for google-analytics.com'.  Do the same in Opera and it goes through without worry. Is that a rat I smell or just a case of the bizarre?