Spurred on by the survival of the planet, I faced the nude [sic] chess year with vigour and libido. Vigour and vim? Does vim work? Hey, you choke on that pizza, you bastard. I did good stuff in 2000. Sadly, this was to be the last year that I could devote my full attention to the club. However, I look back on this time fondly and am glad that this period provided such fulfilling experiences with no hint of the trans-continental drama to come. Don’t you wish your korma was hot like me? I think I’m done here.