An island nation...

*stands up from throne, places hands on hips, holds head high and begins long, noddy-inducing speech*

My Pervy Councillors...members of the public.

*nods respectfully to encompass all in the room*

I have a dream...well, frankly, I have a lot of dreams and some of them are VERY saucy indeed and mostly involve Richard Armitage, naked, strapped to the b--never mind that now!

The dream I want to talk to you about today is something I have considered for some time now but until the advent of the Pervy Council, it had no place to really take root and grow. But now... *sweeping hand gesture toward the Council Members*...two great concepts can become as one *claps hands together...then notes the blank stares from about the Council Chamber*

Yeah, alright then, I'll get to the bloody point *sniffs and takes seat in throne again*

I always wanted my own island and earlier in the year, bored out of brain and not long before going out of my mind, I actually wrote extensive notes, drew a map, even gave the island a name - one entirely appropriate to the island's great diversity of interests.

I want to know, My Pervy Council, if I should find those notes again and give us a "proper" home from which to govern from? I mean, obviously, I get the pick of the locales, as far as hilltop chalets go, but there's plenty of waterfront real estate on offer...and you can borrow the Lear jet on weekends?

*looks about, sniffs again* should I then? Ayy?