Huzzah! Hopefully we'll get some fans, neo-fans and even fanlings to join us.

Like ballet and some forms of modern dance, thinspiration puts a premium on both agony and lightness.

Instead of answering, Professor Challenger entered, shook hands with myself and Lord John, bowed with ponderous insolence to Professor Summerlee, and sank back into a basket-chair, which creaked and swayed beneath his weight.

The trouble is that the neddies in the Board of Trade would probably approve it.