Traffic...in some sense.

I've been busy, ok?!



Not so busy that I can't write anything. Everything in my brain has to be ordered into minute order of importance. And random babbling tends to fall by the wayside in favour of more boring things like eating and sleeping.



Typing is also difficult as I have lost my nail file and my fingernails are reaching 'Big Trouble in Little China' proportions. Plus I nearly stabbed my mother's eye out while gesturing dramatically. Shan't need to concern myself with muggers for a while. "Take that, yobs!!" *slashslashslash* (That's me slashing my fingernails - ninja style, not wetting myself in panic...)

Hum, what was I going to say? I've moved into a flat up in seriously central London and it's so very odd up there. Every day tourists mill around underneath my window. Shouting. Would it be xenophobic to hurl assorted kitchen waste at them? It's fun, but sometimes you forget that you live in the middle of London. As if the great London Eye didn't remind you of it. A while ago the lights on it were changed to red and it looked unmistakably like the eye of Sauron. (Lidless and wreathed in flame...)

Other amusing reminders of my location include armed policemen and random sightings of John Prescot. Ick. Just the other day I was walking up Whitehall and the road was closed to allow an 'Anti Climate' march. So many people were marching that I was totally disctracted and managed to walk all the way to the crossing and press the button before it crossed my mind that these were people and not cars. Not likely to stop.

Of course, I waited for the green man before I hurled myself across the torrent of environmentalists. My mother taught me well.