from inside the tank

Many of my housemates have noticed that I haven’t been around much this summer. This is a correct observation. “Where have you been?” they ask. “Working for a think tank”, I’ll say, as I slump through the kitchen at the tipping point of exhaustion, clutching my ever-flashing blackberry and mumbling about carbon pricing.

Many of my friends have supposed, and rightly so, that perhaps what I do every day is to attach my brain to a series of electrodes, and lower myself into a Vaseline-filled sensory deprivation chamber, and foretell future murders for Tom Cruise. They’re close. This article will give you (and them) all the answers you’ve been hungering for:

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