Now then. I'm typing this from a very swish public library in Stratford-upon-Avon. Very cultural it is too.
The south of this nation is pleasantly warm, even in February, despite that everyone I see on the street as all wrapped up in various coats.

Stratford itself is a quirky little place, with a mix of industrial age-brickwork sitting neatly alongside various tudor-style oak beamed houses. It's cultural history has now, however, prevented the endless onslaught of consumerisim from digging in like an Alabama tick. Marks and Spencers nestle alongside HMV, all wrapped up in the old preserved shells of more historical buildings. It really does seem that there are fewer and fewer places to hide from this kind of thing. Having just come from meeting relatives in Herefordshire, I know how picture-postcard England can still exist, but this just feels like DisneyEngland(TM).

Maybe it's just beacuse that the Royal Shakespere Company's latest production is totally sold out for the rest of the month, therefore preventing me seeing it, but I feel as if the siginificane of this town is long gone. It is, however, very pleasant to just become lost on your own in these strange places. It's quite gratifying to feeel totally alien, even in a country that speaks (more or less) the same language.

Tomorrow I'm going to Birmingham, as I'm here with the parents as the jouney though a trade show at the NEC. I will be going into the town itself, however, so I'll let you all know how that goes.

Expect a new website coming soon (within the next month or so), as I've got some new webspace.

Right, I'm goona use what time I have left here to surf a bit, so I'll see you all soon.