My diet's going quite well, since you asked. No profound weight loss yet, but a less blocked up feeling inside.

Last night was an exception - awake for hours - half panic attack (Body Danger Alert: Alec says he is HAPPY!!) half Irritable Bowel Syndrome reprise. It reminded me of a post I wrote in the early days, last October. I've edditeed it, for the modern, fast-read audience:

The night before last, I was sitting on the loo at five in the morning, British Summer Time, and a whole lot of stuff left me and went down the London sewage system, to join everyone else's stuff - Harold Pinter's shit, Madonna's turds, if she happens to be in town - and all of you blog readers who happen to live in the vicinity. Even the Queen will contribute to our sewage system.

And on the loo, I understood for the first time what alternative therapists mean by grounding.

We all need to shit, just as one day we all die. Wherever we buy or eat our food all our waste is joined together. Like it or not we are connected to the ground and each other. Equality. No class system here. So next time you are sitting on the loo, think of your hero, or heroine or long lost friend, or someone you've just had a row with. Your body waste will soon mingling with theirs...

Hyperspace above, and sewage below.