improvised theatre

April 06, 2004

Somewhere, in a field ...

When the sun is in the right place, there are parts of Hertfordshire that look almost exactly like the Windows XP backdrop. Although nothing coming out of Microsoft is likely to be nestling next to an electricity pylon. Mind you, no self-respecting Home Counties hillock is owned by Bill Gates.

Anyway: the point is that it's staggeringly beautiful, and last night, for the first time in quite a while, I actually enjoyed the train ride home. The south of England is remarkably beautiful when it bothers, and I was filled with warmth and joy.

Then we pulled into Cambridge, where it was pissing it down. If I didn't know otherwise, I might think that God wants me to move to Stevenage.

Posted by James Aylett at April 6, 2004 04:09 PM
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James, let me assure you of something. I'm informed that God is kind, forgiving and loves you very much as he loves all his creatures. There is no way he would ever want you to move to Stevenage.

Even if he didn't like you, he wouldn't send you to Stevenage. He's got Hell for that job.

Posted by: Philip Stott at April 15, 2004 09:20 AM

Well, that's comforting. But only to a certain extent, given that God saw fit to have me grow up in Luton.

Posted by: James Aylett at April 15, 2004 10:06 AM