Monday, 25 January 2010


God, don't you hate that? For lunchtime and hometime I suppose I can print out some stuff from the internet (I'll have a trawl through Arts & Letters daily, may be look around Boing Boing or the Anomalist for a cool article, or see if I can find an interesting looking short story) but I was left cruelly exposed for the that most difficult part of the day, the morning commute. Without some kind of comforting prose to hide my head in the temptation to throw oneself beneath the rails becomes nigh irresistable!


  1. Yep. I run into that problem all the time - almost literally. My commute is also my running time, as I run for three or four miles and then grab the bus the rest of the way home. There's no comfortable way to carry a book on a run, so I wind up leaving books at the office all the time, and itching because I want to know what happens next.

  2. It's cruel all right. I guess in the brave new world we'll all have some kindley iphone thing with everything loaded on it. Too bad if we leave that at home...


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