SOMETIMES I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND ANDRE. We may have a special relationship, but we still don’t speak the same language. You know, he speaks E-N-G-L-I-S-H. (As in: Have a spot of tea, will you, luv?) Me, not so much. Fascinating that I say tomato and he says to-mah-toe, and all that good stuff–even as it applies to beneficial insects like ladybugs, er, ladybirds. Same but different, you know. And to doodler Andre Jordan, they’re symbols of a higher purpose, apparently. Uh-oh, politics just reared its ugly, buggy head.