While here in the U.K. I should be running training for my upcoming half marathon (more on that soon), I have been mostly in drinking training for…well…more drinking.
It’s been one cask ale after another, only punctuated by an occasional dram of whisky (spelled correctly for Scotland).
So, lately my mind has been even less clear than usual, and I seem to get random strange thoughts.
Here is a picture I snapped today on the train from Edinburgh to Glasgow, Scotland. Obviously, it was taken in the “loo.”
I just thought about any unfortunate soul who happens to have any embedded metal in their butt, whether it be from shrapnel as a result of a war injury, or possibly someone who might have had a medical procedure that resulted in a metal plate or pin placed “down there.”
My vision was someone stuck—literally—on the toilet seat as their rail station came and passed.
On my travels I have been known to eat or drink some things out of the ordinary (like the haggis I got down at breakfast this morning) and I, myself, have been stuck on the toilet seat for long periods of time.
But, it has never been from the influence of nearby magnetic fields.