Clockwork Motorboats

Last night very little in the way of sleep. And now very little in the way of time. I've only just made myself a cup of tea, having overslept by an hour. Somehow I must have got around 30 minutes or so sleep as I awoke and found I needed to jump out of bed and get ready for work. I walked into the kitchen and stood there for a good 10 minutes just thinking about breakfast and how there was nothing that really appealed. No Added Sugar Alpen , not that adding the sugar would do me any good, was the main attraction; and then there was cornflakes of which some say there's more nutrition in the box than its contents. Porridge . Fine, but when you've overslept and need to be thinking about getting a train to work, it's too time-consuming and then there's the added dilemma of do you make it with milk or water, the latter being as depressing as hell. Bread. High in salt, and if you add marmalade you're basically eating a salt and sugar sandwich. Boiled egg. Fine, but ...

This morning I awoke fresh after a fretful dream, it was 0500hrs. I was in a taxi, a London black cab , and, as I travelled along a central London street, I was aware of interference from outside. Another cab was ramming the cab in which I was a passenger. My cab came to a halt at the side of the road and I told the driver that I would be ‘having a word’ with the rogue cab driver. I jumped out and confronted him as he walked across the road from where he had parked. There followed a tirade of abuse from yours truly, plenty of use of the ‘c-word’. The man in question was a mildly eccentric character; he had shoulder length greying hair and wore a kind of white smock patterned with vertical grey lines about an inch apart. His trousers were made of the same material and he came across as belligerent, but not threatening. Just annoying. I woke up, heart racing, or rather my pulse appeared to be slightly raised. Summer light was oozing through the curtains in my bedroom and soon I was out o...