Today is Alfred Hitchcock Day.
Since Hitchcock was born in August, and died in April, I have no clue why we celebrate in March – its arbitrary and capricious, which makes me like it even more. Besides, it’s a miserable day outside today, so why not.
But please, feel free to bludgeon someone to death with a leg of lamb and serve it to the police when they come to investigate, in his honor, if you so choose. Save a serving for me (I’ll bring the homemade tzaktiki.)
Demand Euphoria!
The Haus of Dcaligari 