I can see the pub from 'ere!

Have I ever told you about my clock before?

It's got a radio receiver in it, or some similar fancy technology, which means it automatically learns the time from time signals in the ether. I never have to set it, or correct it, it just sorts itself out. Neat, eh?

Well, since the clocks went back last weekend, it has taken to just spinning constantly at the rate of about 3 hours a minute. This can mean only one of two things. Perhaps time itself has disappeared, we now exist in a timeless space, 3 dimensions and that's it, which is an awful lot for my head to deal, for one, do i go to work tomorrow or will it still be today which is my day off although i it has been today all week then why did anyone show up all last week. It's possible, I'm no expert on these matters, but like the emotions of a lady, I've no real hope of understanding it.

Assuming that time still exists, it can only mean that for the last 7 days I've been hurtling, at quite a speed, into the future. I had no preconceptions of what this might be like, so I'm happy to accept that this is indeed the case, I am by default the most amazing human being to have ever lived and you should be honoured that I am communicating with you from the future. I can answer any questions you have about the future, but essentially, it's still raining, James May is still on TV and yes, your bum does look big in that.

Enjoy the present chumps, see you when you catch up.