March 17th, 2006


Burble, burble, floop

Imagine, if you will, a scene from Charlie and the Chocolate factory, only re-imagined by Nick Park and the rest of the team behind Wallace & Gromit.  Start with a close-up on a pressure cooker, a Heath-Robinson chemistry set, with dials, knobs, switches, valves, glass tubes and small port-holes, riveted into place, showing strange chemicals gurgling from place to place, with clangs, pops, and occasional fooping sounds.

Pull out from this ridiculous contraption, clearly on the verge of a nervous breakdown/explosion and, after a brief moment of pinky blackness we see a navel, pulling back through a shirt, we find Andrew's stomach, which has been cranking back up to speed again after 36 hours of shutdown.  Once it gets going it's (reasonably) well behaved, but at the moment it's still very much less than the sum of its parts, each section striving against its neighbours, an asynchronous syncopation of mismanaged tubing.

I may have something to eat in a minute. 

I may not.

If you don't hear from me in the next few hours, assume that the local area has been decimated.  Or that I've gone for a lie-down.  Oh, to have a bath...