A Chase

What do you do when you are wandering around London (OK geocaching, I admit it) at nine o'clock in the evening and you see a woman being stalked by a man and in clear distress. On valentines night. It's so easy in today's society to disengage. And for a moment I didn't want to get involved. But she kept stopping and telling him to go away. I couldn't leave her. So I asked if she needed help, and she said this man wouldn't leave her alone. At this point we are down a fairly deserted back street and I can just imagine knives. But I politely address him as sir and ask what he is doing. She walks off rapidly. He explains that it is ok, she is his fiancé. That they have had an argument. And he shows me her ring. What do I do now? I'm still worried about her but it seems reasonable. I ask him what the argument was about. He quite reasonably says it isn't my business. Which is kind of true. But I am now committed into making sure she is ok. Mind you, she's disappeared around the corner by now. So I explain that my primary concern is the lady. He then explains the argument was over his plans tonight. That seems real enough. I ask his name and he quickly gives it to me. So I decide to trust him and tell him I hope he sorts it out.

So was I wrong to get involved. Or wrong not to stop him altogether. Or did I call it right. I will never know for sure. But if there's a murder tonight, I have a name.

Lost Journey

This train
Could be going
Anywhere
I'm past caring
And as my eyes close
I drift away
I remember your lips
Pressed to mine
How your presence
Overwhelmed my senses
A moment
Turned to eternity
Eternity
Lost in a moment
Never to open my eyes again
Never to reach my station

To Kindle or Not To Kindle

.....that is the question!

It's technology, it's a gadget, so of course I am attracted. But I am hesitant. Books are great, not just because of the story, but also because of the look, the feel, the smell. That they can sit on a shelf and when you glimpse them out of the corner of your eye they bring back memories. That seems a lot to lose. Mind you, I have run out of shelf space. And being able to take 5 books on holiday without needing an extra bag seems attractive. Then what about choice, 650000 books sounds a lot to chose from but they may not include some of my more eclectic tastes.

I suspect I will ponder. I will deliberate. And then one night after a whisky I will order one anyway!

A Small Bite

I've been lucky enough to go through my 40-years with very little in the way of teeth problems. Other than removal of the occasional wisdom tooth I haven't needed any other treatment - no fillings etc. And last time I saw my dentist at the end of last year he said he didn't foresee any problems in the future.

So imagine my surprise a week or so ago when one of my front teeth became incredibly sensitive. For someone who likes coffee this was a definite problem. I was contemplating a visit to the dentist as I just wondered if that was a crack I could see across the surface of the tooth. Now imagine my even greater surprise when eating a Brie and chutney sandwich on Friday and suddenly it seemed crunchy. And then I realised that a big chunk of a molar (yes, a BACK tooth) was no longer in it's rightful place, instead floating around my mouth.

So I've spent the weekend with my tongue being sliced by my broken molar every time I swallowed and the front of my mouth hurting every time I breathed through my mouth.

All a bit of a shock really.

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Top Gear

So the BBC have apologised for some comments made in Top Gear about Mexicans. Now I haven't heard the comments but I watch enough Top Gear to know what they will be like. Which is kind if the point. Because if the BBC start apologising for comments on Top Gear then someone in their communications department has a full time job ahead if them. I doubt that there is any group that HASN'T been insulted on the programme. In fact, it's probably an insult NOT to have cruel, snide or bitter remarks made about you.

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