Norfolk is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up a girrafe chair. Make yourself comfortable.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Weigh In

Today at a weighing machine in Boots I tipped the scales at 19st 5lbs. This is a millstone milestone as it means I have lost half a stone - or, if it's any easier, 59,236,456,552,232,271,872 electronvolts, sort of - if the pounds are expressed as pounds per foot, since my campaign began several weeks back. Or maybe half that, as I have two feet, simultaneously, at the same time and both together. There. Glad that's cleared up. Closed Wednesdays.


  1. Hooray! With every 5-lb loss you will now receive Bernice:

    Bernice is holding a replica of 5 lbs of fat, product of the Anatomical Chart Company, a division of Wolters Kluwer.

    I would send you the actual replica, but they're wicked expensive, and besides I can't afford the shipping on Bernice.

  2. Thanks Amy - it's the thought that counts. I have looked down at my midriff and I can't see anything missing, but then, I have a long way to go.

  3. Well done! Absolutely excellent news! Despite silence, I am following EotPS and your adventures with interest.

  4. Thanks Tiddles, much appreciated. Tune in this weekend for some hot girl-on-girl action. We sure do know how to have a good time, here in Norfolk.