Vague thoughts of McLeod and civil disobedience.

I dreamed that I'd gone to London to say 'boo' at the Olympic torch. I really was just saying 'boo', quietly, under my breath. I don't think I have it in me to shout. But I'll laugh a bit if the snow puts it out.

Mostly it made me think about the time I spent five weeks living in a house about half a mile down the hill from the Dalai Lama's compound. And I entirely failed to visit the compound itself. I kept meaning to, but the first time I had a nasty sort of a cough and mostly just wanted to grab an autorickshaw back to a sensible altitude, and the second time I was distracted by a dhaba that purported to sell custard. So I never saw His Holiness, nor the house thereof. But I liked living so casually close to it. The custard was terrible, but Pawan made me proper custard later to make up for it. All's well that ends well.

Those police officers do look well harassed.

Vague thoughts of McLeod and civil disobedience.

I dreamed that I'd gone to London to say 'boo' at the Olympic torch. I really was just saying 'boo', quietly, under my breath. I don't think I have it in me to shout. But I'll laugh a bit if the snow puts it out.

Mostly it made me think about the time I spent five weeks living in a house about half a mile down the hill from the Dalai Lama's compound. And I entirely failed to visit the compound itself. I kept meaning to, but the first time I had a nasty sort of a cough and mostly just wanted to grab an autorickshaw back to a sensible altitude, and the second time I was distracted by a dhaba that purported to sell custard. So I never saw His Holiness, nor the house thereof. But I liked living so casually close to it. The custard was terrible, but Pawan made me proper custard later to make up for it. All's well that ends well.

Those police officers do look well harassed.