Floating away...

It comes to something when you think you're sitting across from the guy who plays Barry Shitpeas from Charlie Brooker's Screenwipe on the last train to Chingford.

Oh let there be a taxi at walthamstow. I plead with you my taxi god.

Last night I lay, almost submerged in a pool of salt water. In a floatation tank. I enjoyed it - hovering in the dark between asleep and awake, piling through the work stuff in my head to deeper and more profound notions.

I felt totally spaced at the other end of the hour, like blissed, like monged. But good. Would highly recommend it. Shitpeas is looking serious - reading a script. He needs to float.