A stress free train trip, but a punch up on the tram. Saw Jesus in a dress; it must have been him as he had bare legs and feet and it was very cold today. He had beautiful lustrous hair, but I was on another tram and he was walking. I bought a lorry load of fruit and vegetables to dislocate my shoulders with (pulling the Trolley Of Rock). The sun shone ALL day, a blue and gold day. Out in the farmy fieldy bits, there are still stretches of frozen dykes with snow on, so white stripes. Shame I forgot my iPod yet again, I could have synced the tunes with the monotonously attractive scenery. Trains are great for musing, somehow the movement is inspiring. Todays musings revolved around 'can comedians be sex symbols?' I scribbled so much I didn't even notice the conductor asking for my ticket, but I am pretty sure he had no idea who Sid James was, or whether there is a sort of Venn diagram where he meets James Bond. My synapses were firing, but not in a coherent way, so I will come back to this. So far all I have established is that great comedians need to be unattractive to succeed.
Still working on which country is best to live in; sod all these 'lifestyle' questionnaires that say Scandinavian countries win hands down, I want to know who has the silliest laws. Or if we are better off all chipping in for either an island to share, or a remote abandoned village to turn into a sort of independent Utopian state? Self sufficient, of course...
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