Chill Out, Pussycat

Oh, the sacred monosyllable!

- "What's you're point?"
- "The point is of no return — and you've just reached it!"

Russ Meyer owns me and so does an episode of "Cowboy Bebop" that had somehow slipped past me this long, but I can't help think about London today. I remember how good those quarter-sandwiches at Fortnum and Mason tasted and I wish I could be there again.