A Heart needs a Home, a Home needs a Name.

Apparently we are now House of Flail, or, preferably, Clan Flail.

On the perfectly reasonable grounds that I thought of it first and so snagged the position, I hereby give notice that I am Ther MacFlail.

Though you all, being my friends, may call me Agnes.

So, I hear there's something going on in Vancouver this month

there's a cold wind blowin' through the old east side
it cuts with the devil's curse
they're turning our people into the streets, while
the landloards line their purse
with the greenback dollar of the tourist trade
there's a fortune to be had
make way for the out-of-towners, for
the tenants it's just too bad
this appears to be their attitude.
kick 'em until they're down
they're only welfare cases and
pensioners and they're easily pushed around
we've invited the world to come and stay
and celebrate the fair
i wonder if the world will understand
the homeless walkin' there.

And so The Games Begin Continue ...