Some things in life are simply undeniable

Looking for certainties at the moment.

Suffering under strange bout of knackeredness syndrome after festive period. Maybe it's cold turkey from drinking and OTT foods. Sleeping like a dog every night. Feels like January is some kind of halfway-house twilight zone.. strange weather, civic upheaval, odd programmes on the telly.

I'm fast retreating into a world of early nights and good books.

So it's good to know that there are still some certainties in life a post-modern gentleman chap can still grasp hold of.

Namely, Moira Stuart is just quite simply cool as fuck.

Leg. End.

(I'm clearly feeling a bit studenty-militant today. Hence the swear. Sozza'bout that.)