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The fifth of November;
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no good reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should e'er be forgot.
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Thursday, November 5th, 2009
The fifth of November;
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no good reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should e'er be forgot.
The fifth of November;
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no good reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should e'er be forgot.
Posted via LiveJournal.app.
Tubes and Books
Thursday, November 5th, 2009 11:29 amThe Northern Line can be an interesting place and today was no different.
It is my custom, after an initial perusal of the other inhabitants of my carriage, to clutch my rucksack like a shield and pretend to be asleep. I daresay that the body language is very revealing to them what know these things. Were I a little less broad in the beam, I would read a book, even on a crowded train, but I’m not and I really dislike either being jostled while I am reading, by people sitting next to me who have fewer qualms about spreading amoeba-like across seats, or sitting with my shoulders hunched and arms squeezed in so I can focus on the page. So unless the carriage is only sparsely populated, I pretend to be asleep. Sometimes there’s more pretence involved than others.
I do tend to listen, though, even if being consummately British, I do not engage my fellow passengers in conversation (It just ain’t done, don’tcha know?) and at the same time it saves me from having to be actively rude to the occasional beggar or busker that wanders down the carriage trying to scrounge money for his or her next fix.
This morning was a little different, however – not enough for me to overcome my natural reticence and moral cowardice, mind. My nutter alarm went off immediately I heard the voice and I hunkered down and pretended to be completely out of it. By the time I’d realised it was not the usual situation, I was, being, as I said, typically British, too involved with my pretence to risk the embarrassment of actually appearing to be awake and engage with the person.
What happened was this: a woman’s voice piped up quite clearly, but not excessively loud, saying hello to everyone in the carriage and introducing her teddy bear, Bearsac. I fancy that it was not unreasonable of my nutter alarm to blare at me.
Anyway, it turns out that she is an author of a book. She has Asperger’s Syndrome and is hawking her self-published book to raise the money to go travelling. Since she has Asperger’s, her twin passions – the teddy bear and travelling – have pretty much developed beyond obsession. It sounded quite interesting and she clearly copes with her condition rather better than I cope with my innate British embarrassment.
In an attempt to partially rebalance the scales (I didn’t talk to her), here is her website and information on the book:
Her web site is here. Her name is Debra Schiman and her book is published by Pen Press and is available from Amazon.
It is my custom, after an initial perusal of the other inhabitants of my carriage, to clutch my rucksack like a shield and pretend to be asleep. I daresay that the body language is very revealing to them what know these things. Were I a little less broad in the beam, I would read a book, even on a crowded train, but I’m not and I really dislike either being jostled while I am reading, by people sitting next to me who have fewer qualms about spreading amoeba-like across seats, or sitting with my shoulders hunched and arms squeezed in so I can focus on the page. So unless the carriage is only sparsely populated, I pretend to be asleep. Sometimes there’s more pretence involved than others.
I do tend to listen, though, even if being consummately British, I do not engage my fellow passengers in conversation (It just ain’t done, don’tcha know?) and at the same time it saves me from having to be actively rude to the occasional beggar or busker that wanders down the carriage trying to scrounge money for his or her next fix.
This morning was a little different, however – not enough for me to overcome my natural reticence and moral cowardice, mind. My nutter alarm went off immediately I heard the voice and I hunkered down and pretended to be completely out of it. By the time I’d realised it was not the usual situation, I was, being, as I said, typically British, too involved with my pretence to risk the embarrassment of actually appearing to be awake and engage with the person.
What happened was this: a woman’s voice piped up quite clearly, but not excessively loud, saying hello to everyone in the carriage and introducing her teddy bear, Bearsac. I fancy that it was not unreasonable of my nutter alarm to blare at me.
Anyway, it turns out that she is an author of a book. She has Asperger’s Syndrome and is hawking her self-published book to raise the money to go travelling. Since she has Asperger’s, her twin passions – the teddy bear and travelling – have pretty much developed beyond obsession. It sounded quite interesting and she clearly copes with her condition rather better than I cope with my innate British embarrassment.
In an attempt to partially rebalance the scales (I didn’t talk to her), here is her website and information on the book:
Her web site is here. Her name is Debra Schiman and her book is published by Pen Press and is available from Amazon.
Tubes and Books
Thursday, November 5th, 2009 11:29 amThe Northern Line can be an interesting place and today was no different.
It is my custom, after an initial perusal of the other inhabitants of my carriage, to clutch my rucksack like a shield and pretend to be asleep. I daresay that the body language is very revealing to them what know these things. Were I a little less broad in the beam, I would read a book, even on a crowded train, but I’m not and I really dislike either being jostled while I am reading, by people sitting next to me who have fewer qualms about spreading amoeba-like across seats, or sitting with my shoulders hunched and arms squeezed in so I can focus on the page. So unless the carriage is only sparsely populated, I pretend to be asleep. Sometimes there’s more pretence involved than others.
I do tend to listen, though, even if being consummately British, I do not engage my fellow passengers in conversation (It just ain’t done, don’tcha know?) and at the same time it saves me from having to be actively rude to the occasional beggar or busker that wanders down the carriage trying to scrounge money for his or her next fix.
This morning was a little different, however – not enough for me to overcome my natural reticence and moral cowardice, mind. My nutter alarm went off immediately I heard the voice and I hunkered down and pretended to be completely out of it. By the time I’d realised it was not the usual situation, I was, being, as I said, typically British, too involved with my pretence to risk the embarrassment of actually appearing to be awake and engage with the person.
What happened was this: a woman’s voice piped up quite clearly, but not excessively loud, saying hello to everyone in the carriage and introducing her teddy bear, Bearsac. I fancy that it was not unreasonable of my nutter alarm to blare at me.
Anyway, it turns out that she is an author of a book. She has Asperger’s Syndrome and is hawking her self-published book to raise the money to go travelling. Since she has Asperger’s, her twin passions – the teddy bear and travelling – have pretty much developed beyond obsession. It sounded quite interesting and she clearly copes with her condition rather better than I cope with my innate British embarrassment.
In an attempt to partially rebalance the scales (I didn’t talk to her), here is her website and information on the book:
Her web site is here. Her name is Debra Schiman and her book is published by Pen Press and is available from Amazon.
It is my custom, after an initial perusal of the other inhabitants of my carriage, to clutch my rucksack like a shield and pretend to be asleep. I daresay that the body language is very revealing to them what know these things. Were I a little less broad in the beam, I would read a book, even on a crowded train, but I’m not and I really dislike either being jostled while I am reading, by people sitting next to me who have fewer qualms about spreading amoeba-like across seats, or sitting with my shoulders hunched and arms squeezed in so I can focus on the page. So unless the carriage is only sparsely populated, I pretend to be asleep. Sometimes there’s more pretence involved than others.
I do tend to listen, though, even if being consummately British, I do not engage my fellow passengers in conversation (It just ain’t done, don’tcha know?) and at the same time it saves me from having to be actively rude to the occasional beggar or busker that wanders down the carriage trying to scrounge money for his or her next fix.
This morning was a little different, however – not enough for me to overcome my natural reticence and moral cowardice, mind. My nutter alarm went off immediately I heard the voice and I hunkered down and pretended to be completely out of it. By the time I’d realised it was not the usual situation, I was, being, as I said, typically British, too involved with my pretence to risk the embarrassment of actually appearing to be awake and engage with the person.
What happened was this: a woman’s voice piped up quite clearly, but not excessively loud, saying hello to everyone in the carriage and introducing her teddy bear, Bearsac. I fancy that it was not unreasonable of my nutter alarm to blare at me.
Anyway, it turns out that she is an author of a book. She has Asperger’s Syndrome and is hawking her self-published book to raise the money to go travelling. Since she has Asperger’s, her twin passions – the teddy bear and travelling – have pretty much developed beyond obsession. It sounded quite interesting and she clearly copes with her condition rather better than I cope with my innate British embarrassment.
In an attempt to partially rebalance the scales (I didn’t talk to her), here is her website and information on the book:
Her web site is here. Her name is Debra Schiman and her book is published by Pen Press and is available from Amazon.