The Cost of Freedom - £30

'''And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of the setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;

A motion and a spirit, that impels.'
- Wordsworth'

-The back of a relentless can'

- Egotrain, 2008'

- Egotrain, 2009

Never have finer words been spoken, quoted, used in advertising, then blogged and reblogged. Today has been a good day. The sun shone in a manner befitting of summer. I went for a jog, a swim, sat in the sauna for a good half an hour, and finally bought a second-hand bike off three bald men in overalls.

From then until teatime I rode around Dundee Town, singing afternoon delight, wearing an expression of glee that one really should expect to see more often on the face of somebody who doesn't work for a living. Only as I write this is the blood beginning to flow back into my perineum.

It doesn't really have a turning circle to speak of and the brakes are hit and miss, but I'm thinking of painting it midnight black with speed lines and christening it the StarRocket.