Damage Barton and the unspeakable Benson

Ha. Stymied.

Can I be unreasonably pleased that where once there was an off-white blob of lardy beergut, there's now (some) muscle definition? Jolly good. Farewell, love-handles. You won't be missed.

(There was actually a reason other than pure vanity for this. It seemed somehow asymmetric that other people were attractive (in the Western European mode) while I remained globular and misshapen. Call it a very odd street-art project.)

I should write some words, instead of staring uselessly at a computer or the telly. Still, I'm looking forward to the OU programme on non-Euclidean geometry. Hopefully presented by a visiting professor from Miskatonic University.