World of more

Despite my rapidly encroaching thirtyness (just a few weeks away for those planning to buy me fantastic presents) I'm the fittest I've ever been. When I walk, mountains roll swiftly beneath my toned legs, in the gym, no machine can withstand the muscle-packed onslaught of my mighty limbs. Breathing, I inflate to Arnie-like proportions as air fills my efficient lungs and oxygen energises my powerful heart. Of course you wouldn't be able to tell any of this by looking at me, my body-shape takes little notice of my cardiovascular strength. As a result I stood quaking before the wardrobe on Friday evening and prepared for the toughest of all body yardsticks - could I still fit into my dinner jacket for the Christmas party? The dinner jacket is older than me, a gift from my father when I started University. It's hewn from thick, unyielding material that causes indigestion and stomach cramps in a trice if my waistline has expanded beyond the confines of the trousers. I u...

I met her with mutual friends one night in London last week. For the longest heartbeat I nearly flipped out. Call it a reaction delayed by a year, call it an emotional dam bursting, call it slightly drunken madness, the momentary release of pouring my drink over her head and calling her a duplicitous whore in front of her friends looked like it might outweigh social constraints. The desire passed without incident. Fifteen minutes later I imagined holding her smooth and oh too close face in my hands and kissing, kissing, kissing for the rest of time. Suggestions of closure are considered slightly premature.

C is a great letter, so is X. On the other hand, B is rubbish. For no good reason I reckon the alphabet would be better if it all the letters could be phonetically spelt without resorting to recursion, it should be possible to spell a letter without using that letter itself. So G is good because it can be spelt jee, X can be spelt ecks, but D can only be spelt dee. I dunno why I think this is a good idea, perhaps because it would introduce a degree of redundancy into the alphabet. In some terrible post-apocalyptic future when the world has run out of K or I, we can replace them with cay or eye and carry on living an almost unchanged literary life.