The coach I rode to the airport on was fancy. Most of the journey involved sitting. As a vegetarian, the leather seats made me feel comfortably uncomfortable. The blue lights lighting the coach’s interior felt vaguely futuristic, as if I were in one of the earlier Star Treks, only with a higher budget. (more…)
I was walking to work today feeling a little impatient. Half-term is over so there were kids and parents dashing in and out of the school entrances along my route. It’s kind of like if there’s a beehive on a doorway and you have to perfectly time your dash through it to avoid any trouble. Okay, I guess it’s not exactly the same. This is more like a tunnel – door after door of beehives – it takes probably about two minutes to traverse the danger zone. And in my case there are two of them.
I passed my driving theory test on Tuesday! To do so I had to answer ridiculous questions about whether diesel was slippery, followed by clicking a mouse button every time I saw a pedestrian. Now when I’m hitting the open roads and a pedestrian walks out in front of me, I’ll think, “CLICK!”, then wonder why 5 years later I’m still writing letters to the Driving Standards Agency blaming them for my vehicular manslaughter. Is that my imagination running away from me? Hard to tell sometimes. (more…)
Last weekend I was invited to London for a weekend of fun things. My train landed in Paddington. I could tell I was in London because of all the barbed wire, spikes and CCTV. It was so exciting. I transferred to the tube and went to King’s Cross so that I could visit Platform 9 3/4, but it turns out I was in King’s Cross St. Pancras, which didn’t have any fractional platforms at all.
I had a dream about aikido last night. I like it when that happens. It’s better than dreaming about a gay experience with a mechanic, at any rate. I dreamt I was moving too early in response to a punch to the midsection. I like being able to say this because dreaming about aikido means it’s always on my mind. If you dream about something, it’s like you’ve thought about it so much that it’s imprinted itself upon your subconscious. Usually, anyway – gay experiences with mechanics don’t count.