Half-drunk thoughts on planes, trains and automobiles

On the way in to London on the train today, I saw a red fox, most certainly alive. He was lying in the sunshine on the embankment, watching the trains go by with the cool attention of a born trainspotter.

The bus from Victoria to Stansted is definitely a lot cheaper than the Stansted Express, but oh my, it certainly is an adventure to watch the driver navigate through London traffic. I'm glad I took an early bus, because it took double the time it was supposed to. Not an option one should take when one is in a hurry to catch the plane.

There's a train which goes to and from the Stansted terminal to the gates. Every time I'm on that train, I am reminded of Halflife... it's the same sterile concrete tunnel with the walkway to one side. I half expect an alien beast to jump out from between the tracks.

I've flown a lot in my life, the first time when I was young enough to be given toys, crayons and paper with pictures of planes to draw on. But there's still the rush of excitement when the plane takes off. The roar of the engines, the jump into the air, the uncanny sense that the plane knows exactly that this is what it's made to do.

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Wahey! If all things fail, I can still make some extra money, it seems. ;)

Bureaucracy gone mad

I just had a letter from the health insurance.
Ooops, it basically said, we've found your correct documents after all, sorry about that, and here's your money back.

*laughs and laughs and laughs*