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My Dear Fellow,

Today's picture is brought to you by another missed tram. This one was departing just as I turned the corner onto Princes Street. It wasn't a good start to the day, and it followed the catastrophe of having conversation FORCED on me at the bus stop.

I am being melodramatic. But you know, I feel like an Anne Tyler character sometimes. The Accidental Commuter. Only instead of a book for protection, I have my iPod and phone. I utilised both to no avail this morning because an old chap wanted to talk about public transport and the weather.

Sigh. Old people. The curse of the introverted commuter.

So that was how my day started. After that it was okay. There were technical issues at work and I did my useless BA thing of relaying messages from one technical person to another in the hope that they would eventually learn they don't need me and just actually - YA KNOW - talk to each other.

Fortunately they did not, and I continue to be paid for being the IT equivalent of a carrier pigeon.

But I did listen to some interesting podcasts about Hollywood starlets. Today was the tragic tale of Barbara Payton who lived a very dramatic life involving the ex Mr. Joan Crawford, Franchot Tone. I shall say no more other than it doesn't end well for Joan, Franchot or Barbara.

Following up from this I am now watching "Don't Bother To Knock" starring another Hollywood blonde, Marilyn Monroe. It seems pretty good so far and I have decided I much prefer Marilyn when she is not being MARILYN. "Some Like It Hot" aside, that iconic version of her seems like a cartoon character to me. But in this movie, she's not even THAT blonde.

Apparently Marilyn goes radge in the next reel. I'll let you know how that works out and if we should chuck Barbra Stanwyck for her.

Parsones