So Ben Peek hightails it off to the US of A, gets pished on the 4th of July and demands my postal address. He's going to send me a postcard, he says.
There was a postcard in the package, he did not lie. There was also a t-shirt.
BEST. T-SHIRT. EVAH.
Immediately showed it to mother and brother, both of whom shared my reaction: astonished gleeful cackling.
Thanks, Dr Peek. You da man. <3