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I could never be a physicist. I’m just not very practically minded.

I suppose that is one of the attractions of blogging: without the tedium of so-called “real-life” I can get on with the business of self-mythologising. As it should be.

About the most practical thing that I have ever done in my entire life is rustle up a passable gazpacho soup and I haven’t done that for ages.

Abstract thought is far more my bag.

So if I’m talking to you and you see my eyes glaze over and you think I’m somewhere else, I’m not trying to work out the best way of arranging the clothes in my wardrobe. I’m probably trying to remember something completely pointless, like the equation of the volume of a sphere.

I blame the author of Discipline and Punish.