If January is the Monday of the world -- at least it's a Friday today. Lunchtime now, and lots of people in the agency have slid off to a pub. I stand firm in not drinking like some Victorian teetotaller. But my new regimen of little or no alchohol and eating sensibly and swimming seems to be working. I am becoming marginally less sumo-like and noticed some ribs under my dugs the other day.

This first full week of work hasn't been too hideous -- been writing about erection problems again though for work. And today I write about computers.

Life in fact today is quite sweet. The thaw is upon us.