How I wrote hi-viz man.

Jabbering about lunch is one of the web2.0 things that people are supposed to do. Or was it taking pictures of your lunch? I forget.

Anyway.

If you are in Bath of a Tuesday or Thursday, the hot roast in a baguette from Thyme will likely put you in a meat coma, fit for nothing but curling up under your desk and farting quietly. Imagine something that looks vaguely like a large doner, but filled with steak (or roast other stuff, depending on day), roast spuds and a slathering of fried onion instead.

When on the way back from some misbehaviour the other evening, I had cause to be at the M4 end of the M32. In the middle of the multi-lane roundabout where motorway rules still apply (Not unlike the M50/M5 interchange at Strensham) there was Tyres-from-Spaced, having it seriously chiropracter to the sound of the passing traffic. There were about a half-dozen people in as many cars, staring at him with blank incomprehension and ignoring the traffic lights.

It was really rather odd.