Right, the polls are closed and I'm going to send out a copy of City Mouse to everyone who either guessed the name of my hometown or begged so beautifully that I just can't refuse. Personal emails will go out to everyone tomorrow, because I'm just too tired to write anymore tonight.

Oh, right - the answer! It's Vancouver. I was born and raised there, left in 1984 and haven't been back for a visit since 1989. My only latent identifying characteristics are (a) the remnants of a tendency toward excessive politeness and (b) a slightly strange accent.

This edition of City Mouse, by the way, is a one-off thing in honour of the Ireland-Israel football (soccer) match. Does this mean it's a collector's item? ;)

I've been given to understand that this weekend's game is an important event, but that's about all I have to say on the matter - because I know absolutely nothing about sports. I'm afraid that I'd rather watch a documentary film about the mating habits of grasshoppers than observe a group of men kicking a little ball around around a big field for two hours. Even if they are kinda cute.