Musing

More of a mumble than an actual entry - sometimes I get A Little Thoughtful, as Pooh Bear would put it, but I thought for once I'd put a musing up, unedited (i.e. bad); maybe because the word police have given me a written warning about the lack of pathos... Normal bad gags will be restored as soon as technically possible.

I suppose that by now, you'd call me a traveller - certainly if plumbing the very depths of bad nutrition and worse facial hair are anything to go by, then I'm fully qualified. And now I'm in Prague, the Western half of Europe explored as fully as time will allow, and certainly behind me, as are the meetings with friends in the areas close enough to Blighty to make meetings possible. So I'm faced with the alien territory of Eastern Europe, and the prospect of no merry meetings for a month. Likely the price of beer will go down, and the quality of the showers with it - life is a double-edged sword, especially when a hangover needs a good shower. The Holy books of this world might show more irony, and be more true for it, eh?

My various musings and meditations lead me into wider headspaces, and my feet to a wider world, and I feel like a broader person, though I'm not quite sure what that means. Not a problem - who can say what makes a man, but who fails to recognise one when meeting him? I'll keep stirring in new ingredients, and hoping that the recipe life deals me makes something rich and satisfing...

...though having said that, I have been described recently by a visiting friend as slightly unbalanced. This is probably true; as is my habit, I've overcorrected a problem - never do anything by halves they say, but what about doing something by double? Ah well, again as is my habit, when I swing back to the centre, I'll be a new man and a far better one for it - this much experience has taught me many times. I hope it doesn't leave the people watching me either too dizzy or too concerned. I may not know exactly what I'm doing, but I will claim to know the forms to which it leads.