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Happy Saint Me Paddy's everyone! I hope everyone has fun tonight, and remembers that alcohol poisoning is not your friend, but also stupidly expensive once you factor in hospital costs.

But enough about the dad-warnings. Go out. Have fun. I'll probably see you lot down at the Quaffles at some point. I'll need a break from packing, wedding planning, and paper work at some point. Besides, a chance to kick back with a beer and watch everyone get into shenanigans. Best people watching day of the year.

So, I guess I can now officially say something.

I was offered the position as team healer for Mother Russia. And after a very long conversation with my mother who only threw one pan at my head for it (which, for anyone keeping score, is a record low for this sort of subject being brought up), I have accepted the position.

Also, in case anyone was betting, since people were betting on weird and illogical things, Conrad is now in fact that favorite son at the moment. And I can live with it, since the Russians are going to pay me quite well. It'll feel good to flex those language skills on an every day basis and see if I can't find any clues.

Будем здоровы
(To our health...since...logical.)

Is it Saturday yet? I'm rather ready to get to the playing the match part.

[AJ]

Looks like you wont have Lord Crappants running day to day next season. Looking forward to that?

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