Les Hermann

Three panels showing a bench on a small hill in London on a grey drizzly day. A man in a fedora carrying a suitcase arrives, then he is joined by a woman carrying an umbrella and a man in dark glasses reading a newspaper. They all look shifty and hurriedly converse: "Good." "Very." "Agreed." Then they all walk off down the hill. Caption: Every month, the Espionage Book Club discuss a classic work of spy fiction at a clandestine meeting. To minimise the risk of exposure, infiltration or surveillance by hostile agents, conversation is restricted to the essentials.

My cartoon for this week’s @theguardian.com books.

The new look makes me think you could be a less-than-reliable eyewitness in My Cousin Vinny.

21*

our final stop on the way back home, and I honestly can't tell you if we completed our mission. Neither can I tell you anything about the ride home. All I remember is that I was conscious, I was at the Tasting Room, and then it was the next day.

before y'all moved in above us. His girlfriend at the time was one of my good friends from college, and she offered her services as designated driver on our 22nd birthday so the two of us could embark on a Water Street/East Side bar hopping quest to enjoy 22 birthday shots. The Tasting Room was

Great memories there. My favorite? I never attempted 21 shots for my 21st birthday. However, my very first roommate at the Six just so happened to have been born on the exact same day as I in '74. This is the guy who actually found the Six for us when we were looking for housing close to UWM, just

Drop an album that was important to you when you were 19.

Big love.

I think the man literally had his entire extended family with him down on the sideline for pregame warmups. The Broncos' QB room is...something. Like a strange Hallmark movie club who all attend the same evangelical megachurch and are very strict about HOA compliance.

Yeah, that was my uncle, Steve. Dad's younger brother. I have a hilarious memory of him being so completely unimpressed with Rogues Gallery's drunken attempt at a basement halftime performance.

Oh my god another one just occurred to me. My father came to our Super Bowl XXXII party at the Six, remember? I'm now the exact same age he was that day. Make it stop!

I envision a "hasta la vista, baby" T2 liquid nitrogen-type situation.

The Super Dave version would have ended with a healthy dose of the aforementioned freezing spray.

There's a character called Domino in Deadpool 2 whose superpower is inexplicable good luck. The 2025 Denver Broncos are Domino. I don't know if the QB thing even matters - at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if they accidentally win the Super Bowl.

Also, typing "XXXII" made me realize that the amount of time that's passed between this year's Super Bowl and Super Bowl XXXII is the same amount of time that passed between Super Bowl XXXII and Len Dawson leading the Chiefs to victory over Joe Kapp and the Vikings in Super Bowl IV. I hate it here.

I don't mind. You have plenty of reasons to do so. Approximately XXXII reasons, specifically.

I think Bo Nix's ankle might've just done that, but ok.

Also maybe just scramble for those two yards on 3rd down instead of lobbing it out of bounds?

My confidence in Orange Crush 2025 took a bit of a hit tonight. Joseph's gotta do some recalculating after that one.

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Do yourself a favor and do NOT go check out the current Packers roster to see how many of them even existed when this was recorded. I couldn't help myself and I am not ok.

Damn it, Jim.

Let me tell you about Broncos Twitter today...

You could literally feel the inevitability of it in your bones for the last five minutes of the game.

Let me know how the Iowan cuisine is. I've always wanted to try it.

This is how we'll remember him.

Relieved they didn't try making it with fake beer.

Carlisle player/coach legacy game incoming.

I'm happy with the choices you've made here. Big time stuff.

Incredible playoff basketball, this. Pacers/Knicks is an all-timer.