Decided yesterday to do something about the porkiness which I am again inclining to. Although William Leith has gone several steps further writing The Hungry Years: Confessions of a food addict which seems to be going great guns -- even being serialized on BBC radio. We were friends at Warwick University, where I remember him playing, and possibly inventing, a game called shitbag where you had to create inedible food combinations and feed them to each other. The eponymous black bag in the middle of the circle was for losers to gag into.

I just went for a swim. And enjoyed it.