Don't - ever - post after you've imbibed

It's like, already, I know I've failed.

In the morning you (I) may find something, inspired by the photographs, interesting to say. As it is. I'm tired, and have had more than one sherry, and in this state I'm both comforted and scared.

Scared I may talk absolute and utter shit. Comforted, because at least I will speak my mind. No subdiffuse to contend with. No one to be playing mind games with.

Three months on the road and you (I), 'cos I don't know you, become accustomed to being yourself. No role play. No "oh it's so 'n so, therefore must put on the happy face".

I can't play the society game no more, it's just not in my nature. But I also, weirdly, still feel like I aint quite ready to give up. Just yet.

Buggar. Hate the not knowing.

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Who is Daniel George Hull?

I was some how, via the interweb and all that is facebook or some such other, introduced to a young man hanging out of a train this evening. In fact as it turns out, several trains.

At this present time I have no idea who Daniel George Hull is, or what or how we appear to have a relationship.

Who is he?

Who (god smack 'em) is the link?

I'm only a "member" of such sites through pressure from nieces and other extended family members. I get the emails stating so 'n' so has entered you as a friend, "you need to confirm by...", and more often than not I do. Partly because I don't want to intentionally reject a family member, and, or, some one that may be close to them that I may have never heard of never mind met.

So, out of tonights batch of "Click here to confirms" Mr Daniel George Hull was one that, more than others, caught my eye. And, before the cynics start the "young man caught the eye of" scenario I'll state here and now - I have a minimal interest in trains.

However, a young man, stupid enough to hang out of a few moving trains, and have interesting photographs taken of himself, grabs my interest.

Then again, maybe I've got it all wrong, for Daniel George Hull has got some interesting photographs of himself on his profile. Maybe, it's the taker of the photographs that has really caught my eye, having found an interesting subject and shot it in such a way to bring out a personality?

Daniel George Hull may just be some lens-mans puppet, and as, like I say, as far as I'm aware I've met or known neither personally, I can therefore let my imagination do it's bit for a while.
Maybe I'll come back to Mr Daniel George Hull in a bit for in the meantime I have good news...

Jason got passed a MOT this morning - yippee!

Part of me is not surprised given the amount of effort that has gone into him in the last 4 months, despite his 8500 mile tour. The only 2 things on the advisory - petrol cap, it's not a locking one (lost the original in Spain I think it was) but did have a spare "screw to tighten" one with me, and the tennis ball sized crack, though it's more of a tennis ball impact mark than a crack, in the windscreen, and yes, it is on the passenger side, but "that's not a crack, it's a broken window - get it seen to."

Well pleased. Northerners beware - I's coming your way...

... to get my puppy before dad puts him on ebay.

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