I was just arguing with Colman about defintiions/categorizations, and the fact that without misunderstandings there is no laughter. We laugh at how puny we are in this cosmos.

It wasn't a very good argument on my side, and predictably the anally retentive brigade were on me like hyenas round a wounded wildebeest. But I am a big boy, and Jérôme slips me the odd backhander for provoking comment and traffic.  I'm a wrestler in a boxing match.

But give me a good feeling any day, over the aesthetic of an equation. We are who we are. We have to love with it.

You can't be me, I'm taken