So a dude just rang me up, axed me along to a meditation course. The Art of Living. Sez I will learn how to breath. Breath? What's he think I been doing all these years? I mean, I looked at the website (a fat dude in a dress, looks like Demis Ruossos.) I wouldna trust him as far as I can chuck a bag of lentils, let alone give him money to teach me to, um, breath. Good grief. (Memo to self. Print new T-shirt # Kill Hippies. Now)