Someone has poured glue into my head. Whoever they are, I wish they hadn't, but it's here to stay for a while and it does not, let me tell you, make life any easier.
Editing is out for the time being. I managed to get through two pages of
Muse before the glue stopped me; trying to work out a way around the fact that whoever built Gloucester Road and Embankment tube stations rather inconsiderately did it in such a way as to make them nothing like they are in my head was apparently too much for my epoxy-filled brain, and it gave up, giving me a splitting headache, which would only go away if I lay down whilst agreeing its terms of surrender.
So, editing not being an option - and the fact that I haven't had the time to do any this week because of the pressures of work is not making me happier about this - I've decided to do some programming instead, which I find rather easier. Getting a computer to do what you want is, in the end, fairly straightforward. All you have to do is get the right instructions in the right order.
It's certainly a damn sight easier than trying to make Gloucester Road tube station be the venue you want it to be when it quite clearly isn't anything of the sort.
Damn London Underground architects.
