Population: Lyle

Greetings, one and all. I have been asked to describe myself but all that springs to mind is "hmm". An infinite space, an expansive reality, a myriad of stars and the eternal possibilities that lie within put me in the here and now to deliver that "hmm". I think too much. Or not enough... especially when it comes to diet... nothing like appreciating beer and pizza, especially after a day of mental graft, knocking science into shape. That sounds too exciting. It mainly involves making coffee, not tinkering in a mad lab! Tinkering with coffee, now *there's* grant-ready material!

Kyle eats more green things than me. I wonder if that's why he ditched science for arts? With a bit of luck we won't ditch one another. Having lived together long enough to be considered unofficially married, we're now in different parts of the world, getting on with things in our equally bumbling ways. It's good to hear things are going well for him. He's even got one of them there women things at long last! Clearly, I was his Kryptonite. No doubt we'll meet up soon and have a merry weekend of beer and pizza and, hell, maybe even Die Hard. It's just good science.

We used to share a flat with Rick too, back in our student heyday (some might say that never really ended!). Then, to use a technical term, he lost the plot, went off the rails whilst looking for it, then kept on drinking rather than getting back on track. I don't know what he's up to now and don't really care, not after getting screwed over for deposit money. I think Kyle had a bigger falling out with him than I did, so it's safe to say we'll not see him again. He's not a bad guy, but he's turned bumbling into an art form and, really, we've nothing in common.