England, lovely England. Here am I. Wrestling with a wireless internet connection. Feeling a certain sense of déjà vu. Forging through the Rosie-fingered-Dawn on the Oxford Tube, not taking in a bit of it, so preoccupied am I with my wretched internet connection. Modern Life, eh. What did Blur say? Modern Life is Rubbish.
And on my way to the Ski Show. My mind still heavy with last night’s dreams; last night’s dreams heavy with ski show; the what and how and when. And, as much as ever before, I wanted the world to stay still. Stop the world, I’m getting off! Who said that? Some singer, some time … anyway. If the world won’t stop, I suppose I’ll just have to get off the bus and get on with it …
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