I'm quite tired. It's quite hot. What does that mean? IT'S RUN-TIME, BEBE! This evening I shall be running o'er the rolling moors of Hayes. Vale and valley. Traversing mountains and indeed oceans. A Very Great Journey. Perhaps I will never come back. Perhaps I will discover NEW LANDS and take my rightful place as ruler of a People. I will start again. Civilisation done right. No war. No famine. No whatever pestilence is. No death. Literally no death ever. We will turn ourselves into robots and become immortal. Living out our days addicted to electricity and oil (MUCH LIKE HUMANITY IS NOW - satire) and bleep-blorping at one another in 1s and 0s. I've forgotten what I was talking about. Oh yeah running! Hooray! Bleep-blorp-meep.

DRINK SOME WATER OR YOU WILL DIE