Oh man. I got the spicy peppers pizza from Papa Johns with added peppers. Those green peppers that Papa Johns and your better independent pizza parlours include with every pizza.

I never understood the point of including these peppers. As a kid, I'd just eat the pepper. But I read that you're supposed to break them open and sprinkle the pizza with the juice. I think that this would add little to no flavour. The juice isn't flavourful. And these particular side peppers that I got were so withered that there was no juice in them anyway.

Anyway, three big diarhea dumps today. So those peppers worked their magic quickly.

Also went to the general practitioner today. Had to register. I was registered with them before from when I used to live around here but still had to go. Took blood pressure. No problem. Weighed me. I hadn't weighed myself in probably 15 years.

It was 140 or 145 pounds. 15 years ago, I was probably 130 or 135. So that's pretty good. And I did have a bout of working out for a few months in that 15 years, not to mention all of the walking that I do now, so a lot of that added weight is pure muscle.

Let's see what the BMI scale says. I know that it's long been discredited but still interesting to see. Oh yeah. I had 18.6 and "normal" starts at 18.5. No more "underweight" for me.

Oh wait. A different chart says that I should be between 148 and 193 pounds for my height. Even with my coat and shoes and keys and whatever I wasn't at 148.

This doctor was dumbfounded when I told him that I don't drink alcohol. "None at all?" What a bizarre notion and a real indictment on how much of a nation of drunks the UK is. Not just Scotland, this is a problem throughout the UK.

I remember reading on the Guardian an article something about people demanding refunds because they couldn't get alcohol while on holiday in the Middle East. The article supported these people's right to drink alcohol as did all of the comments. It's madness. Maybe you can do something else on holiday. Something that doesn't involve turning your trip into a hazy dreamscape where you're getting sodomized by Mohammadans.

Going to Edinburgh tomorrow. I'm going to be able to retire on this case. It's just one day tomorrow to get what would be called a deposition in American jurisprudence. So a transcript is required for that. There's a cool 1000 to 1500 beans. And then I'm going back for two full weeks in July. Maybe it won't even finish. Two weeks is a long case. Longest case I've got.

I wonder how much money one needs to retire in, say, the Philippines. Oh man. £400/month seems to be the minimum. That's not really retiring, is it? I guess the idea is that you're getting money from your pension. I neglected that whole thing.

If I did one deposition a month, that would easily be $400 but can I get one deposition a month? And if I was getting regular deposition work, I'd be better off living somewhere nicer. Singapore, for example.