Change of address

Shortly, my address will change from A house in IPR of Aberystwyth, to A Seat (hopefully, unless gentlemanly behaviour requires relinquishing a seat to any disabled, elderly, pregnant, Asian, lesbian members of the House of Lords... or indeed anyone more needing of it than myself) on a Train of unknown Operator.

This will facilitate my leaving the little, simmering, hot-pot of pre-revolutionary content that is the (soon to be, I'm sure of it...) Independent People's Republic of Aberystwyth.

As I type, the murmurings of my heart, sighing quietly at having to leave such a glorious and wonderful town are drowned, seemingly with rocks tied to their ankles, by the wailings of a singing lesson next door. You Lift Me Up seems to be being sung with a tortured emphasis, to imply that the lyrics go:

You lift me up
With hooks through both my eye-lids
You lift me up
To stand on burning coals
I'm in pain, when I have punctured shoulders
You lift me up
To more pain, I must flee

I had better run, before they get on to My Heart Will Go On.

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