Just now, I'm riding on the Virgin Train from Wolverhampton to London's Euston station. For some reason, it feels like the future. I'm online via my phone's cellular data connection, which works (albeit slowly) going above 100 mph along to English countryside.
That means, dear readers, that I just passed a field full of Sheep (Which I think uk citizens have to, by the Queen's decree, call "mutton" or something) I was in Wolverhampton to speak at Lug Radio Live. It was pretty fun, but Wolverhampton was a bit depressed, as far as towns go.
As a frequent traveler and speaker, I rarely go to areas that are not at the top of their form, economically speaking. Conference traffic is rarely to smallish towns in economic depression. To sum up one aspect of the town one of the other conference goers, upon seeing the shut down and closed up Wolverhampton University, pondered its sale details on eBay, saying ,"One university, unused, for sale, comes with prominent police presence"
Also, the comic book store closed too early for Nat Friedman, Joe Shaw and I to partake of its wares. Too bad, as I think there is a new Powers anthology out.
Sleep and I have been having our regular back and forth. I slept about 7 hours last night, then another 3 , which sounds like the right amount, or even more so, but this is after 26+ hours up with minimal trip-napping. I'm a bit ragged because of it, but I should be fairly well centered by tomorrow morning.
Had some tasty Fish and Chips though.