This is like the bathroom in which a person with three degrees in higher education who’s stumbled upon a joy-giving career in lieu of stressful degree-related work offers you crack on a silver platter: gold-trimmed, velvet-cushioned, fancy-laced, in a 5-star hotel in a world class city, costly, paradoxically pleasant to the senses, and needlessly elaborate for the necessity it serves, but dammit if you don’t keep coming back for another hit… I’m completely biased (cos of the addiction, of course), but I could read this ongoing saga forever and never be done or bored or fed up.

Gimme more.