So Why So Sad

Its another dash up the motorway to Isengard and another blip of one of its many charms,

i've avoided the many fish processing plants and huge car parks full of gleaming white and silver vehicles destined to go nowhere,

i've also avoided the flotillas of small boats that seem to bounce up and down on the Humber but never manage any forward propulsion....i've especially avoided the roundabouts..which actually in Isengard is almost impossible,

well it is for me anyway, my records seven times on the same one,

i was so dizzy i almost couldn't swear...

but i did!

So heres a picture part of a children's playarea which sits actually on the beach, but in the middle of summer doesn't seem to be open to the children....

although on reflection that may not be a bad thing, i 've got visions of it swinging around faster and faster, then reaching a critical speed and firing children off into the sea at crazy angles, like popcorn out of s pan...

anyway, the sun is collapsing in for the evening and burning the fields with an uneven orange glow, so i'm going to go and have a closer look before i start coughing..

night all



[manic street preachers][/i]