I spent the last day of my twenties on a train traveling through frost and fog to the end of the line, where it smells like sea. The train was horrible, but I drank stout and wrote things. In fact, something that my editor said about my story finally sunk in properly, I think, and got me rather excited.
Dave Shelton was the 1st person, not in fact the 93rd, to send me a link to this film where they show something really amazing, albeit described in an irritating way.
One last evening, then good riddance!