by the Creative Circle. I decided to extend the experiment: perhaps if I worked less, I might be paid more? In my new regime, I rolled into work at 11am, read the papers, pondered which restaurant most deserved my patronage at lunchtime, summoned a company cab

Harriers’ morning run. It can’t resist lounging in the pub at lunchtime when it promised Barry it would go to the gym with him. It can’t walk past the Agra Tandoori House at 11.15pm. It can’t bear to shed two stones of its unsightly flab, when this would

and sacrifice. Blackford, they said, you must run up-country, into the very heart of darkness, and persuade Seaton to give himself up.For days, I jogged along forest tracks with no sustenance except two pieces of string and a sackful of unpronounceable medicines