Okay I'll put my hands up; the app started breaking this week and it's *entirely* my fault. We knew essential updates were required at the mojito-cooled ServerSuite in Miami. Lewis, Nick & Ryan worked diligently and produced me a stack of 8 floppy discs inside a gold Rimowa Attaché briefcase, which I placed carefully in the velour-lined trunk of our poolwater teal 1987 Lotus Esprit Turbo. But here's the thing. As I'm driving down Ocean Drive, I see the Poolsuite corporate jet flying overhead; a promotional banner flying behind – those damn Vacation boys took the jet again! Do they know how much that thing costs to fly an hour? Do they know they can hire a regular banner plane for $500?! Lach's flying the thing and hasn't renewed his licence in 12 years! On second thought; I'm pretty sure he only had a powerboat license! I'm FLABBERGASTED. I lose concentration, the Lotus veers of the road, flips 7 times through the air and somehow lands in the Versace mansion pool. I climb out of the car, walk calmly out of the pool and order a Peach Bellini at the nearest table. Everyone cheers. I'm fine; the floppy disks are not. Whilst that briefcase shuts tight it was no match for the powerful chlorine of that pool. So that's why we couldn't make the updates in time, and that's why tracks weren't playing properly. I'm truly sorry for interrupting your leisure time, and hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me this time.