People are bringing me cushions - a choice of cushions, no less - and the whole team is going to get some wacky orthopaedic chairs to test out.

I considered saying I should get in pain more often, but that's not so funny. Not so funny at all.

I'm reading Gridlinked on the tram journeys and lo, it is good. It couldn't keep my mind occupied throughout the other night, but that would've been rather much miraculous to expect from a first novel. Reasonably standard worldbuilding so far, and some rather papery villains, but having read The Skinner I'm optimistic.