The Whirligig

On the Macdonald bridge - looking across and in to the office windows.

See, the thing that is great about Fridays is its openness to spontenaity and adventure. Thursday nights often set the stage, and you are left with a pleasant haze of a hangover that invites more of the same. Work that isn't due that day can wait until the Monday, and the weekend ahead seems an age.

Which is how I find myself sitting in this cab on my way to Toronto for no good reason whatsoever. Because of some wholly unrelated jazz that arose at Canada Post, actually.

Where I will stay, who I will see to be determined. Just content to be on the road, a little tired but fired up, as the radioman says in his celebration of "no pants day"

As I wrote earlier to Gongshow, fucking wanderlust. You gotta love it. Although all things considered, I'd rather be in Barcelona. But there is faith that Shakespeare's "Whirligig of time" shall bring in its revenges.

Enjoy your TFI out there. Every Friday from 4pm.