one last thing

But first a note that we'll be attempting again to do the whole 'Indian' thing this evening though not before I've sat through Richard Armitage topless. I've made it clear that I'm not budging until I've had a gander, though I'll probably be disappointed. My standards are absurdly high and my expectations are rather inflated too. This does also mean that there's no prospect of me clambering back aboard that lumbering primitive vehicle today.

I'm still tidying up the labels, having got a bit carried away to be quite honest and making rather a mess of things in the way a child let loose in a sweet shop will make itself sick and end up making a mess over things.

And I noticed that I hadn't followed up on the whole market economics, price fixing observation thing.

This was not the morning to be dredging from the archives what I've retained by way of neoclassical arguments against and my non-marxist observations on the benefits to consumer of collusion which unquestionably happens in the UK drink market.

I'm suspending all efforts on this front in favour of something at which in this state I'm likely to be at least partially effectual - breathing in and out, for example.