‘Hoo-va orta vu^orta’ *
Today I paid a vast amount of cash to stand, squeezed onto an overcrowded train headed for London. I was then herded down to the underground where I finally managed to board yet another overcrowded sardine tin, to finally be delivered at my destination over half an hour late, slightly stressed and wondering how the hell we all got it so wrong. Just a few days ago I was stood, hip high in snow, in the middle of a forest where if I screamed out loud (as loud as I screamed in my
