2, 4, 6, 8, GWR.
Hm. I might be mildly beered up, slightly sunburned and cheered by the discovery of sloes in the wilderness at $work.
I also have mixed emotions, as they say, in the direct aftermath of yon motorway programme. About halfway through, some woman who lives in Warrington and drives an Alfa started on concerning writing a story in her head about liking being alone in her car and what might happen if she just kept on driving. At that point I realised that was the other story hiding in the A1 Diner thing. The track through the words that I haven't managed to tell well enough because it's quietly disappearing on successive re-writes.
Ok, I am a hacker and I understand revision control systems, so it's not actually gone. But even so. A bit of a belter, that one.
And yet. I'd rather like to visit the multiple Britains in my head. The one where they fixed the railways rather than following up on the Preston by-pass, and the other one where they built the London Box. Perhaps they're the same place. No goths in Camden because it's three lanes of concrete overpass in each direction so they stayed on their provincial war-memorials to hoover down a cider in the quiet twilight before getting the train that goes to somewhere more interesting for the evening.
I also have mixed emotions, as they say, in the direct aftermath of yon motorway programme. About halfway through, some woman who lives in Warrington and drives an Alfa started on concerning writing a story in her head about liking being alone in her car and what might happen if she just kept on driving. At that point I realised that was the other story hiding in the A1 Diner thing. The track through the words that I haven't managed to tell well enough because it's quietly disappearing on successive re-writes.
Ok, I am a hacker and I understand revision control systems, so it's not actually gone. But even so. A bit of a belter, that one.
And yet. I'd rather like to visit the multiple Britains in my head. The one where they fixed the railways rather than following up on the Preston by-pass, and the other one where they built the London Box. Perhaps they're the same place. No goths in Camden because it's three lanes of concrete overpass in each direction so they stayed on their provincial war-memorials to hoover down a cider in the quiet twilight before getting the train that goes to somewhere more interesting for the evening.