May . . . the farce be with you . . .

[Nigel]

Excellent writing, Sweder. Your lyrical capacity is on a real high - and, let's hope for all our sakes, soaring independent of your currently rising girth.

I liked your images of shadowy movements lurking and bright eyes shining from the dark beneath bridges - very much a Wild Wood scene from 'The Wind in the Willows'.

As for the Double Sour Dough Jack Despair - I think that running does this. In your pre-running days you might never have noticed you'd done it (or had the appetite, for that matter ...)