very exciting news: i can wiggle my ears. i am sure you all appreciate this is a major break through. at present my eyebrows are moving a good deal in sympathy, so some training is required if i am to reach the dizzying heights of confusing small children on trains with my antics. also, a tentative tracklist for the new silver jews record is out, and there are some absolute stunners - sometimes the pony gets depressed, freezing in the shadow of your knee etc...

debit:

1. cash
2. shoe leather
3. health (lack of headache)

credit:

1. wagn (monopolist train provider)
   
2. paul smith (shirt)
   
3. tom yam (freebies for all campaign)
   
4. handshakes (thakfully more john wayne than tim stanley)
   

grapefruit skins in my bin have become a habitat for a specialist mould, which i am increacingly loath to destroy. one of my supervisors is behaving like a perfect pill, and so i have a supervision at 8:30 a.m. on thurday. a prevous self might have balked at the thought but in my present mood it attracts a resigned shrug, rather than setting an irked jaw.

went to midsummer house today, and i must say that it has become finer and more elegent in the year since my last visit. highlights included a pressed terrine of sweetbreads and poulty bits with trufle creme fraiche and some langres cheese with pinot noir jelly. how lucky i am to have such a kind and generous father.

damn you oxo, even your vegetable stock cubes are laced with msg. as my head throbs, i will pass on to you the greatest insight gained in a day's staring out of the window - "cardinal ratzinger" scans just like "willian zing-zinger". i am prompted to remind/inform you to check ed's blog, with important news for poodle owners everywhere.

in cambridge, solving games gives you a stomach ache. matthew knows my traditional cure, but i think i will try to hold out for a few hours yet. still, no point in making a martyr out of one's self. i am delighted to have finally seen white smoke pour from what must by now be the most photographed ad-hoc chimney in christendom.

been home to count my teeth, but i was lucky enough to have the right number, so it is onwards and upwards from here. my dentist seems to have decided i am an intellectural which was happy for me and sorry for him. i guess telling kids to brush more thoroughly and extolling the virtues of regular flossing must dull even the shapest dental object.

hullo one and all. for reasons which will soon be lost in the mists of time, i have decided to move my blog to a different address. suffice it to say that slothrop would be proud of me.