The Lair

That’s two bad jokes (Fudd and Rarebit) combined to make a spectacularly terrible bunnyhop at humour.

Ah well. The weekend combined large amounts of flail with some small and depressing amounts of fail. The weather and general gloom isn’t helping much either. Also looking at my wordcount and how much I have left to explain (even to myself) about the work I’ve done over the past few years … I sometimes wonder if 2007 is a slightly overambitious submission year. There is brief amounts of cheer when I incorporate a fresh paper. Zoomclimbed my page/wordcount into the heady +10/+5000s but only to be replaced by more gloom as ruthless copy editing trimmed it down into a single digit page gain. Blah.

Oh. Obscure factoid. In 1950s Britain, pizza was referred to as Italian Welsh rarebit. A fact which caused me no end of amusement - combined with the lengthy (and possibly accurate) history behind the rarebit term.

And completely apropos, I made myself some rarebit this morning. With splashes of brown sauce and strips of bacon on the side. Yeah. I really need to do something about reforming my diet. I was setting myself a target of healthy eating for ages but that date has come and gone more than an year hence and I’m still eating like my arteries are plastic.

And now for something completely different. Pornography as social commentary. Was it ever anything else? I think not.