Over at Betwixt, Robin has returned from a mid-journey rest from his trans-European journey in order to reflect on the Venice of His Breakdown, the Venice that becomes more authentic every day, the Venice of Las Vegas.

With the gun’s emergence we all hit the floor and made screaming noises. Then Mr. “X” made a run for the door – where outside there was an ugly Bermuda’d line waiting impatiently for access. At some point a large security guard hit him rather hard; Mr “X” went down as heavily as shortly would an Enron executive.