for clarification...

in response to a number of queries (1) as to my professional activities and whereabouts, i am currently residing in a land of shattered dreams and europe's primary source of opiates (hmm... sums up the world rather nicely).

i am selling shuttlecocks, otherwise known as birdies, flying nipples, testicular missiles, and a series of unpublishable names. badminton is played ferociously in poppystan. under the cia, er, i mean taliban, losers were often "birdied" to death after a match. currently, in our more moderately fundamental times, losers are forced to swallow the final shuttlecock played. this practice is not necessarily condoned by my company, however we do firmly prefer it to previous tactics.

with respects to popi pete