Friday, March 4, 2011

Sunday, February 27, 2011

lost among the thickly wooded oxbows and levees of what his lordship is pleased to call his mind ...














Irrational Numbers.  For the last six years I have been getting up to go to work in the middle of the night.  Each time I leave the house, I stand inside the front door in the darkness, checking my pockets for six essential items.  Cash, Keys, Cards, Cameras, Glasses, Pens, Phones.  Each time, I leave the house feeling anxious that something has been forgotten, and I am compelled to search bag and pockets whilst I walk to the bus stop and wait.  Today I decided I really would have to write the list down as a checklist, and only then, for the first time in six years, did I realise there are SEVEN items on the list.  

Saturday, February 26, 2011

which reminds me

















... the coalman's outfit wasn't dissimilar to that of the roman infantryman