Train munch

Travelling round the country a bit this week, doing my best to explain the problems with national datasets and the value for money offered by government programmes. Definitely playing the young man in a sharp suit card, and clearly this is working well with some cynical practitioners and prompting downright disgust from others. It’s pretty dry stuff and I can’t wait to finish the final workshop on Leeds in Friday and get myself over to Steedo’s place for a bit of ironic banter and a couple of ales. Feeling pretty chipper today, but definitely time for stepping back a bit to survey the carnage left behind from a couple of months of highs and lows and to set some new plans for a destruction free future. Vive la bolo.

Mind wandering in the train carriage and thinking you get funny food on trains these days: Just a short hop down the carriage and you get to the drinks counter. We can offer you a BLT sandwich, a microwave burger or some coronation chicken. Why not have a cup of tea and a kit-kat? Why not get yourself a coke-can-sized can of beer or a mini-wine bottle that tastes like strychnine? Some people on the carriage resort to sandwiches, but surreptitiously. It’s important to grab em up furtively from your briefcase while no-one else is looking.