No Smoking
On the way there, I was intrigued by a tube station called No Smoking, until I realised I was reading the sign inside the carriage and not the one on the station wall opposite. That says it all about this week really; it's been a little disjointed.
I waded through almost forty essays yesterday morning, despairing, despairing, until I came to the one that happily told me all about 'the full rectum of possibilities'. This confusion of the word spectrum and the back passage made me laugh out loud and saved the day.
Luckily, I'm off to Inverness tomorrow to put a vocal on Glasgow Train, the last track of the album I've been distance-recording and writing with Martin Stephenson for the last year.
Then it will be time to pursue the elusive Chefs album, I think!
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The possibilities concerning a full rectum don't sound too happy to me :/
Someone made a Freudian slip or has a mischievous spell-checker.
Have a great trip to Inverness, make sure you visit the TK Maxx next to the station.
It'll be Hallow'een when you're up there. Watch out for rectal apparitions...
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