Grey Area

I went to Brighton for a meeting. Odd sensation - literally got the train - into a meeting and then back again with hardly a glance to either side.  Pleasant enough journey there and back - just over an hour each way, with a John le Carre audiobook.

The first thing I saw when I left the station was a woman in front of me, pushing a pram - aged about 20. The worlds tightest leggings with nothing on underneath,I could almost see the blood in her veins ) - and on the back of her neck, all the way down her shoulders - in HUGE script lettering, were the names of what I assumed to be her children ( Meghan/Courtney/Trinity ) - she looked like an old Psalter with arms and legs - I suppose it's a conversation piece. On the way back an elderly woman of about 70 with 'dishwater blond' hair was getting into a car - she looked perfectly normal - except she had very heavily tattoo'd feet with designs that crept up her ankles towards her calves - so that they looked like she was wearing socks. I'm really out of my depth on this one.

The rest of the visit was uneventful. The office I went to kept having power cuts, and I managed to get through a whole day in nice clothes but with my flies undone.

I'm working at home tomorrow - loads to do - just gearing myself up. Tried watching University Challenge on iPlayer... but it didn't have the same excitement.

When I got home the dogs had eaten the post.

I checked to day and this blog is just shy of 50,000 views - with 100 today. Frankly - I have no idea who you all are, except maybe about 5 people. Occasionally people I don't know very well drop things into the conversation that they might only have picked up from here. I should go pay-per-view...