Young Robert has kindly agreed to fly me back to work after lunch.

Hey! You!

Last record fair in town before St. Nick shows up.

Currently tormenting young Robert for my own amusement.

An unfortunate oversight on the part of RTE, I’m sure.

Oh my goodness.

Home alone with young Robert, who will neither leave my room or stop shagging my pillow.

Seeing nothing but Simpsons/Limewire memes all over the place and they’re all fantastic.

Lunch.