This is what a boring afternoon at work produces: I was standing in a que at Eurodisney and I started to absent mindedly fiddle with my belly-button. As I did so, I noticed a little piece of dry skin, so I scratched at it and it flaked off, but in itching it, I found that there was more hidden beneath. So I scratched some more and before I knew it I was utterly engrossed in ridding my navel of all the flakes that I found there. I must have looked pretty daft standing there, in the ...