You are all going going to eat me. Maybe not today, maybe not tommorow, but someday when I'm middle aged and pot bellied with yellowing teeth, a single digit sperm count and an even more pronounced feeling of angst, I will make it to the great city of T.O. and meet my end at the hands of the Babble regulars.
We'll be sitting in a coffee shop somewhere in the big smoke. You'll all want to get to know me and I'll be having such a good time that I shall forget myself and I will say somthing that offends every single one of you. Every single Babbler in the room will fall on me, gabbling like rabid jackels, and my dismemberment will ensue.
Is it possible to have a relaxed judgement free conversation with you lot or are you all activists all the time?
You're a very intimidating bunch and I'm not really as squeaky clean as you might want me to be. :(