I’ve made a hypothesis that the reason so many of my thirty-something friends are so angst-ridden is that they’ve lost their sense of whimsy and playfulness; for instance, the following title of a white-paper struck me, over coffee this morning…

Bagpuss: ur-Deity of a Solipsistic Universe.

…and it just sounds so much like fun that i feel tempted to buy, beg or borrow some bagpuss videos in order to do research and write it up.

Alas I am currently too busy to do this because of my website overhaul and a hundred other things I must do, but I can still put it on the TODO list.

Sounds at least as much fun as the Hallucinatory Numbers paper that Finnis, Me, et-al did a few years, to prove why watched kettles never boil.