Good Lord. Dear Manly Men and Shrinking Violets. Thank you. You obviously got my subliminal messages yesterday (was it the bulging vein in my forehead? the rapidly dilating pupils? the abrupt grey in my hair?) and decided to behave like normal decent adults today. Peace is restored, all's well with the world.

But somebody else still gets to be jersey coordinator from now on. Now you can see how you like it