Of Shipping Your Thoughts

I fell asleep last night listening to the shipping forecast. This was not be design. I had been actively listening to the programme before it which, if I remember rightly, was about the voting in London for the new state of South Sudan when I began to head towards slumber.

There's something rather comforting about listening to a forecast of "Malin Head gale force 10 -Rockall severe weather warning". As you imagine icy waves crashing over the bows of all those fisherman and other poor crittas who have to make a living out of the sea you curl up under your lovely warm duvet by a radiator that will go off when you are asleep and back on an hour before you wake. It's difficult to think that you haven't got life good, possibly really good and you should be grateful for your lot.

Strange what a radio broadcast can mean and to whom. Innit?