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Night out with H. We disagreed about radio comedy, british attitudes to royalty, and the precise meaning of 'neotony'. Rather worryingly, we agreed completely on George Monbiot, David Bellamy, and the stresses of school trips :-). Same again next week.

Six months ago, I could happily go for a two hour bike ride and not get out of breath. Last night, I was breathless and in pain after a minute. That the pain was sharp, stabbing, and in the chest is not a good sign - and taking 30 minutes to fade isn't encouraging either. H said I should go the the GP about it, though I imagine the response will be "You're fat and unfit - take some exercise".

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