[concentric]

As I rang Friction City for the usual, a 3'2" gem named Quinlan, I quickly lit the gas range and prepared a frying pan with a short squirt of WD and about 5 lbs of bacon. As I extracted the precious mixture, I couldn't help but notice that the "Wellington effect" was kicking in and making me frankly rather giddy. It had been about 6 months since the last time and though they say the rush abates, for me, it's never gone away. A little nonsense sing-song ditty came to mind and I began humming as I threw a happy glance towards the fire and attendant lady and returned to the business at hand...