Happy fin de semaine, everyone! A particularly warm Food Court Lunch welcome to those of you south of the 49th parallel celebrating “Thanksgiving” (a mere six weeks late…). For anyone heading to the stores to do your Holiday shopping, please be careful out there - we know how much you Yanks love your sales on this Blackest of Fridays, and we’d be lying if we said we weren’t looking forward to tales of mall maulings and Walmart bludgeonings for our Monday post…

That said, if you find yourself surrounded by a swarm of insane shoppers with murderous glints in their (lazy) eyes, please just follow the teachings of Olympic Gold Medalist Kurt Thomas: (i) immediately make your way to the town square (assuming you live in 18th Century England) or the mall parking lot; (ii) find yourself the nearest pommel horse (it will be there - trust me); and (iii) unleash the hounds on the converging crazies in a flurry of precision gymnastic kicks and awkward cut scenes:

May the force be with you…