Dream of cars – blur. cars, roads = symbol of independence. I want to walk, that sygnifies freedom to me, but trapped by encircling tarmac. Dream of day when world so wired never need to worry about escape more about what’s in the place we’re escaping to. Return to adventure, end of mollycoddling.

So. My flatmate got me some keys cut, so I didn’t have to hide in the bushes until he got home anymore. Whichh was nice. Until I got steaming drunk friday night and got home to find they weren’t our keys. After trying a few local locks in the spirit of Lord Lytton, I ended…

(Couple of weeks old, but my mobile blogging technology’s proving difficult to get up and running…) Just finished Jon Ronson’s book ‘THEM’. It’s about conspiracy nuts, their crazy theories about how there’s a group of the most powerful people in the world who meet up regularly. The most malicious, nasty of the lot was certainly…

God, I love trains. Not in the trainspotting sense, which is the same drive that impels numismatists to pinion stamps, entomologists to net our decllining butterflies or card sharps to buy one more pack of pokemon. No, my love’s aesthetic and entirely prideful. I love these great bolts that shoot from one great interlaced quiver…

Cor. Just had a flashback to a dream I had last night about a press trip to the moon. Really, really enjoyable. Had a faint onus to do well, but more a tremendous sense of excitement at the privilege; first thing I’ve been genuinely excited about for ages. Woke up at 5.30 (again) and refused…