
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Friday, January 08, 2016
Warm Testicles
Having had the Mini Cooper for nearly a year I've somehow avoided using the heated seats feature. That may be some measure of global warming, poor circulation or simple loss of memory. Anyway today's unexpected (?) temperatures of -2C or thereabouts turned the wee car into some kind of icy tomb and a rather unpleasant place to be. Also it hadn't moved for about a week hence the high chill factor. Well the seats certainly work, almost too well. It was a warming and invigorating experience making finding space in the Tesco car park distracting to the point of almost being hallucinogenic. I hear that out there there are actual cars with actual heated steering wheels. Ooh! Technology would be wonderful if it wasn't killing us and the planet.
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