This week I'll be mostly keeping calm and carrying on at Clapham Junction

"Gonna barf on you"
Smith/Stephenson/Atkinson/Langham

You will remember that I've previously mentioned The Unfortunate Incident of Feeling Quite Definitely Not Very Well at all in Quite a Big Way on the 7.05 Jersey to Southampton. You will remember that the received opinion was that your blood pressure can be affected by a plane depressurising, and that if your blood pressure is stupidly low on a good day, then good luck staying conscious on a Monday morning on the Flybe into work.

So imagine my surprise when I found myself Feeling Quite Definitely Not Very Well at all in Quite a Big Way on the 6.06 Salisbury to Waterloo on Monday morning. Now, to my knowledge, trains don't get pressurised. I mean, they don't exactly travel at much of an altitude. So maybe it's just something to do with Monday mornings in general. Hmmm, there's a theory that needs further investigation.

This week I'll be mostly not sure what to write

How do you spell horribilis?

For one reason or another, we've been holding our breath since the end of September. If the Queen had had a year like that, she would've called it an annus horribilis.

For one reason or another, I've not really been in the mood for writing.

(Yes, yes, I know, yet another blog about writing blogs. Yawn.)

So now that I've decided to think about the possibility of getting around to putting pen to paper, I have a dilemma.

Do I ...
(a) continue with the recent vein of depressing drivel that I've been churning out recently about various forms of public transport, and financial woes, and the like?
Or
(b) return to some of the more light-hearted topics of a few years ago, like finding scary stuff in the fridge, and riding cows bare-back, and severed legs in carrier bags?