When I was young man,
When Dau.I came back from England a year ago, she left some of her surplus kit behind in her bedroom including a little bathroom scales. I've never stood on them. Didn't want to know: knowing would not obviously lead to any change or action. Yet in the context of being a guinea-pig for students, helping them polish their craft, I'm the man! Well I knew already I'd lost a bit of weight [the half-mast pants is a clue] but it turns out that I'm now down to 72kg. That puts my BMI at 24 which in the normal range. I won't exaggerate to claim that I feel 17 again. But that's great too: 17 was lovelorn, lonely and poetic. Let us all give thanks that we only go through that once.
The heading to this piece is a fib: it has been very little to do with the Starbuck's fashion accessory Grande Skinny Latte. Rather, it's a trib to myself for getting skinny late. Facing into retirement at a sensible weight will make it easier on my degenerating knees, and easier on my aging liver. It's all a bit unaccountable though - at the moment I'm putting it down to Taenia solium my resident tapeworm.