It is faintly ridiculous that in my bag I am carrying a number of lumps of iron across the Atlantic. In many other bags on the plane sit many other chunks of iron. Transformers, we call them in England, and not the ‘Robots In Disguise’. I think the septics call them inverters. My laptop, phones […]
I’ve been resolutely refusing to get ill for a week now. My body has stopped listening to me, and has decided to get sick of its own accord anyway. I don’t think spending hours on trains and planes is going to help. My brain is seeping out of my ears. My nostrils are seeping out
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