In the dog house

The Insider is back on the ketosis kick, having swapped carbohydrates and champagne for fruit bars and soups (again). This is somewhat of a pain in the proverbial but I have come to realise that, for me at any rate, looking good really is not a once-for-all business but rather one requiring sustained effort. The personal grooming equivalent of painting the Forth Bridge, if you will.

Time goes by

You see, I am knocking on a bit. I started training as a solicitor (if you do not count my years of toil at two universities and a polytechnic) two decades ago, in 1989. I'm so old, I was an articled clerk rather than a trainee, although not quite so old that I did not get paid. Mind you, that would still be better than one of my principals, who had to pay the firm that trained him.
…and by again

Age has not withered me, nor custom staled my infinite variety but it does take longer