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Date: 29 January 2005 18:19:00
While I am in my car I have freedom. Not just the freedom to travel where I wish (unless it is time to go to work), but also other freedoms. In my car I can talk about anything, at any volume, making as much or as little sense as I wish. I can laugh at Terry Wogan in the mornings (no small achievement first thing) I can argue with the radio presenters or people being interviewed. I can comment on the events which appear in the news bulletins. I can get totally frustrated with Steve Wright when he goes off on a tangent during the 'Big Quiz' "Just read the questions you idiot, stop showing off" (usually a lot ruder than that if I'm to be honest). I can marvel at my complete inability to concentrate on the travel bulletins even though I know they are coming, and actually I really need to know what is happening on the M25 at the moment - though Sally Traffic does tend to just lump the M25 into the 'just don't go there' on a Friday afternoon, which isn't very helpful when you have little choice about routes.
When I feel like it I can sing at top volume, in a variety of pitches, my 'man voice' being a frequent favourite and one that scares anyone else who hears it. Ave Maria gets a lot of lung time during longer journeys, I also scroll through a mental list of songs from church, and sometimes the singing group I attend. I also harmonise with the songs playing on the radio, sing alternate parts, filling in the instrumentals with words - appropriate or not, to the song.
I also listen to books or comedy on tape - much more sensible.
I sometimes wonder, when stopped in a huge traffic jam on the M25, whether the cars surrounding me can hear my constant flow of rubbish. If you are on the M25 on a Friday afternoon and worry about the mad woman in the car near you, fret not, I am just in my own world.