I've been away for a week and got another to go – that doesn't sound right, cause I've already gone, or as my old Gran used to say: “You've been and gone and dunnit!” And she was usually right, too. I'm in London, which is why my posts to Quadrivial Quandary and Blogger have been rather erratic this past week and likely to be so for the next, I've been on the London Eye, or High Eye! As the locals don't say, but I think they should. I've said somewhere that I get vertigo on my highest (8”) heels so I was hanging on for dear life or death as the thing rose slowly up into the stratosphere. Then, someone pointed out that I'd been up Ben Nevis (by cable car, you don't imagine I'd actually CLIMB a mountain – I'm not so daft, what goes up must come down and all that) and this wasn't quite as high, though at the top if you look down, which I. DO. NOT. ADVISE! You will convince yourself that the whole thing is going to slide very slowly into the river taking all ow the certifiable paying

customers with it. They should pay US not the other way round! Why do we do these things? You know what I mean – we pay to go in planes, which crash; on trains, which crash; in boats, which sink; in lifts which either get stuck or drop suddenly and crash; in cars, which definitely crash; on buses and underground trains which get blown up; even people going to have a fun day out at an amusment park go on rides, which crash; there is no sense to this obsession we have for paying to go on things which crash, sink or get blown up! Is it because we are stupid and just do as we are told, or do we have a weird death wish?

Ps: The answer to the above question is yes,