Can't write at the moment - absolutely great, with a big PhD deadline looming. Tomorrow. My brain feels like that pale slimy thing Doctor Who's poking in the picture... though I bet there's more intellectual thoughts in that thing than in my head today.
Should have got up, switched on the computer and started typing when I woke up in the night thinking about this flipping chapter, but decided it was a bit of a sad b*stard thing to do and went back to sleep. Aah well, that's one little fleeting nugget of genius I'll never remember I had... (I wish!!).