It’s just occurred to me that my neighbours must have a really odd perception of me. Anything you say near a window here carries rather well. About an hour ago when discussing the Chris Moiles show with my partner I wandered out to the kitchen saying “prediliction for testicles” at a level suited to ‘through the wall’ conversations, and just now the words “universal translator” floated out into the night air.

Oh well, as long as they keep boiling their underwear with the window open I’ll continue to blind them with long words.