This is weird

I’m doing about 60mph down the Oxford to London motorway (known to the locals as the M40).

There’s a guy on my left picking his nose at 60mph.

Except unlike me he’s not sitting in this express coach, he’s sitting at the wheel of his Vauxhall Frontera.

Also unlike me he’s probably not listening to The Bitterest Pill.  I mean he could be, but it’s pretty unlikely, right?

Right.

I’m now wondering what it is he might be listening to.

Vauxhall Frontera driver?

Radio Two maybe – that would be Sarah Wotsername about this time, wouldn’t it?

We’ve just gone past J4 which is the High Wycombe/Marlow turn off. Just thought that I’d throw that in for a little local colour.

So, writing.

I started working on a thing last night. It freaked me out. It freaked me out as I was writing it. The thing is, I don’t know if that’s good or bad – the being freaked outness.

But in my head I want to take the concept, slice and dice and serve as a short story. This causes me a problem or two.

I can’t see a market for it so it categorises it as another short that isn’t going to hit print. The reason I can’t see a buyer? It’s the beginning. I think it’s safe to say that it would offend a lot of prospective publishers.

Oh well. I’m just going to play with it and see where it goes.

Oh My God, a car has just overtaken us, the young female driver clutching her pink Motorolla Razr writing a text as she was steering the car but not looking at where she was going!

A little more info about this express coach thing.

It has reclining seats, free WiFi, free breakfast (a ham roll – bleurgh! – and a carton of fruit juice) and air con. That’s short for air conditioning, not Air Con as in a Nicholas Cage kind of film sort of way. I’m trying this mode of transport for the first week, just to see how it goes. The express coach, not Air Con, obv. Because I might be many things but a Con is not one of them. Well, not in the civilian world and the small amount of military misdemeanours I collected when I wore a uniform and carried weapons are not transferable to the civilian world.

We’ve just crossed over the M25 – otherwise known as London’s orbital car park.

I’m thinking about that girl who was texting as she was driving.

Who could have been so important that she would put her life at risk to send a text to while she was driving?

Husband? Doubtful. Lover? Possibly.

Why though?

Can’t answer that.

We’re in Hillingdon now – 07.23.

There’s a big tube station there. Hmmm, that might be an option for the future – change here for the tube? I wonder what I’d gain.

This coach thing is a brilliant people-watching platform! We’re back on the A40 heading towards central London and the things I’ve just seen!

I’ll tell you later.

B.