As she had been on at me to show her my skill with verse (and there seems to be a bit of poetry knocking around anyway) I give you this -

Trapped behind eyes that only see night.
I live in memorys of brilliant light.
Take my hand and lead me from gloom.
But don't bend over, I think the dog's in the room.

Ahem.

Ithanyaw!

Tis a rum old day.

or something.

Well not really. Sitting here half heartedly working and not being the least bit strange.

Wondering how I can escape the meeting tomorrow.

24 hour leprosy?

Rising damp in the tackle region?

Tennis armpit?

Welders crouch?

Hat makers bazoon?

St vitus twinge?

Early onset rigor mortis?

Pirates swange?

Leaking badgers syndrome?

Ah well, I will just have to go and try to stay awake I suppose.

Bugger.

Another joyous morning travelling to work in a country that has obviously still not put umbrella etiquette on the national curriculum. A little wet and very windy out there.

Now I may be alone in this, but I find dark wet city streets quite pretty. Well not all of them obviously, but some of the squares and roads I walk through look good in the pre dawn gloom. Some of the offices are lit up different colours inside, the lights on the walkways cast little circular rainbows on the slabs, the trees in the graveyard shake about in the wind, all the lights shine back off the wet tarmac. I like it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the countryside too and the coast and such. But I am quite at home in cities.

Which is just as well because I have looming in my future a move away from my current suburban locale to somewhere a bit more urban. Not as nice and urban as some of you blessed with a view of docklands, or others of you that live near those great “inner city villages” that somehow manage to spring up and imbue the area with a more community based feel, but somewhere a bit further in towards town.

Probably somewhere rife with gun crime but with “good prospects of urban renewal” By this I think they mean the local bus goes past the edge of the Olympic village building site.

In other news, I am wishing very hard for a huge tree to fall onto the railway line between London and Rugby at about 07.00 tomorrow morning. But only if the track is clear and it is safe to do so, bringing no harm to anyone. Ahem.