Train journeys make for a million and one captivating observations. But...I didn't have a notebook with me. So they are more or less lost to the world now...
*racks brain to shake out a story*
Anyway, went to the Reading blinks this Saturday to say farewell and bon boyage to a 20Sixer who is moving to Australia, and it was lovely to be with everyone. Photos will be up when I can get around to reducing their great number of megapixels and getting them online!
I think I got slightly drunk :) either that, or very tipsy.
[And guess what? I didn't know blinks meant "blog drinks". :P]
My hotel was an old building, a many-gabled red brick Victorian mansion. Overnight I had a dream that I could not leave my room because there were all sorts of scary people milling about in the hallway, knocking on my door, saying awful things and trying to make me come out. I could see them through the peephole.
Silly me, forgot to bring a book along so I picked up a couple at Reading station in the WHSmith buy 1 get 1 half price deal :
Blink: The Power of Thinking without Thinking -- all about trusting your instincts and going with those moments when you just know something without knowing why
Does Anything Eat Wasps? and 101 other questions -- full of things you always wanted to know and things you never knew you wanted to know - from the "Last Word" column in the New Scientist magazine, in which readers answer other readers' questions.
Now, please do not read any further if you are squeamish but I got to a section that was so amazing I dropped my jaw and the book after reading it.
It's about decapitation, so don't say I didn't warn you...
A reader in Oxford asked the column: Does beheading hurt? And if so, for how long is the severed head aware of its plight?
I refer you to this page if you want to read it:
A Guillotine Experiment
Forgive me, but some things are just too much for the mind to conceive of sometimes.