A despatch (from halfway up the stairs)

I suppose you're wondering what the point of this email is. Well, I wouldn't worry too much. It's partly to assuage my guilt at not having written enough emails, partly to handle the task of writing to lots of you and still leaving me time enough to do it regularly, but mostly it's because of Garrison Keillor. Sorry to shatter any illusions, but Lake Woebegon has convinced me of the validity of writing pretty pointless narrative emails. It's kind of a roundabout argument, but it's there somewhere.

• 20.4.1999, 12.0
• File under: backstory, public transport, travel, Channel Tunnel