'Lo again you lot!
Have been away for the weekend taking the spawn to Legoland, which I WISH someone had warned me was pretty much crap... oh well. He had a good time, and that's what counts with these things. Was pretty good food-wise, except for the "falafel burger" at LL which I could only stomach two bites of - so greasy, and they put CHEESE on it of all things! 
Glad everyone's keeping wings and halos more or less in place. One thing I realised this weekend is that I actually, genuinely am starting to not crave junk food - it's never as nice as you think it will be (ok, very rarely) and makes me feel like shit afterward, both mentally and physically. Ursula, I know just what you mean about feeling ill, so true! (And welcome, BTW... it's a good place.)
The corollary to this realisation is that I figure on the FEW occasions when I know it WILL be worth the calories (like, say... roast duck in France, or honest-to-God gelato in Italy) then I'll be able to let myself enjoy a bit guilt-free. Right? Right. 
Alpine, I now want spicy Thai weetabix for dinner.
And I'm also betting the LF Philly was your poor deluded hubby's stab at mascarpone... yes?
Also laughed v hard at the image of you shearing said infant with bikini clippers. You're good value, you. 
Lastly, must ask, Bloof - what is this scary book? And is it related to the thesis?