[Growltigger]

Gryphin, girls buying chaps presents (unless they are tasteful like Aston Martin DB7's or Porsches) is the first blow on a downward spiral.

The Witch Queen of Angmar (aka the current Mrs Growltigga) bought me a lovely fitted designer shirt for Christmas. It was very nice, but Shelob decided that actually, it would look much better if I lost some weight to really show it off.

THe result, she has put me on a major league diet for the New Year. She has also decided that I drink too much and therefore, giving that up for January (at the least she says) would help me lose weight. In addition, she decided that my smoking was a bad idea (which it is I grant you), and I therefore should give that up.

The net result is that I am on a heavy weight diet, am on the wagon (and stapled on so I cannot fall off it) and not smoking. I am currently experiencing mood swings ranging from suicidal to homocidal to hysterical, and am having cravings for really horrible things like pickled eggs (only way to get the taste of ryvita out of your mouth).

I also have to put up with a large poster of Aragorn on the fridge. I have been told that I cannot touch it upon pain of emasculation. And this from the fiend who tore down the poster of Giselle Bundchen I had in my den!!