Oulipo ahoy! All down to Ian McMillan and his radio companions…
On arriving at Southampton, I stand to part from train – spotting sign by door as I do. All things must avoid proximity to train door, it says (though not using such circumlocutory phrasing). I find I am without my vacuum pump and so air blatantly mocks this railway company’s foolish command. I also worry that I would find it difficult to withstand any Ursus maritimus with a wish to hang out by this high-risk door. Your author too literal again? Total application of this instruction is (luckily) not for yours truly to pull off, I might posit, and a lax out-turn was always going to occur.
But can you spot what is totally lacking from today’s post? Surprisingly hard to do, but I am an idiot (frankly) for trying.
Glimpses of a disturbed mind 