Oh, You're Too Kind, But Do Go On . . .

In this, the first, fantastical festival of cajolery and congratulation, accolades and arse-kissing, everyone has new haircuts and hasn't aged a bit. Sweet nothings are shucked and served fresh by the dozen, each with a grain of salt. It's the only place where every side is the bright one, every choice the right one and what a time you'll have if you just let your ego do the talking. It's all too easy to find.