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Throwing out the creamy layers sounds like it's mimicking my current diet. I've also thrown out the creamy layer, several years ago in fact, much to my misery. Gone are the days when my father and I could go to a restaurant - preferably in some foreign land - and airily say, "I'll have cream for pudding please, with a couple of strawberries, if you must" and therefore confuse the world about strange Indian eating habits.

No, no cream says the Supreme Court and no cream, say I. Quite right. Jolly good about everyone else though.

Then the Bombay High Court has come down whump on a producer for "borrowing" some music from Thump (?!) to use in Krazzy 4. Now this is why I find that I have to jump off the popular culture carrousel before I can even get on it.

Who is Krazzy4? Or should it be who are Krazzy4? Why is it spelt in this annoying manner? Why are they (or it) not just simply crazy? What's a thump? Is it just a beat (thump thump thumpity boom boom thump) or something else altogether? Do I care?

The answer to the last is No, and that takes care of the rest of this business and here's the lesson as far as I can figure out: do not borrow without telling at least, men. Anyone's mummy could have told them that long ago. And probably did.

Is it summer or not? I don't care what the anti-global warming chaps say, but everything seems odd to me. Humidity at less than 70 per cent in April, falling to the 20s? C'mon, we're getting into the height of summer preparing for the monsoon.

We ought to be steaming and sweating (or glowing for us ladies and perspiring for you gents and leave the sweating to the horses) by now. Nope, something's wrong and you can pretend that it's not all you like.

The weather's gone weird to me. And it's more fun being a wacko conspiracy- and doomsday-theorist combined, than a boring naysayer.

By the way, all you suckers, the price of mangoes is down, down, down. Ha ha ha.