From time to time, my job demands that I leave the comfort of my home in The Shire and make the perilous journey to Mordor where I attempt to do business with all manner of Orcs and Nazgul. It was on one such trip, recently, that I found my return train-ride home becoming tiresome. Not in the mood for reading my book or making small-talk with fellow travelers, I decided that I should use my portable technology to create a near-real-time photo-essay of my travels to share with my children. And by that I mean that I took pictures and emailed them to my kids (thanks free Wifi!) along with some descriptive text to 'show them what Daddy does all day'.
I must confess that my kids are in their mid-to-late teens and refuse to call me Daddy. But I try for them. Dammit, I try.
Not content with my daughter's summary judgement that there's something seriously wrong in my head, I offer a reproduction of my complete 14-part photo-essay for The World to judge for itself. If there is something wrong with my head, I shall accept the verdict and weep for my offspring's crushing genetic burden.
So....yeah. Probably thinking I shouldn't drink on the train, right?