Post-postprandial tangerine post

That is to say, an entry that I am writing after the tangerine I had after my lunch.

A little while ago, the guy at the workstation to my left, whom we shall refer to as Gambo (the guy, not the workstation), turns to me completely out of the blue and says "I should work in air traffic control". Pause. I wait for a punchline. None is forthcoming. I try to do interested / inquisitive / tell me more by raising my eyebrows, although I expect it comes across as "WTF?". "'Cos, you know," he continues, "we have to focus hard not to make mistakes and in air traffic control you have to, well, focus hard not to... You know..."

Gambo is the inventor of three-dimensional noughts and crosses, "biro slalom", and hospital slides (these will one day save lives by enabling doctors to move around hospitals quicker than they could ever hope to by such traditional means as lifts or stairs). God keep him from ever working in air traffic control.