Tomorrow I am going to work. My role model for the venture though risks being Titus Oates as I may be some time. My journey to work will be disrupted by gawpers, protestors, and pilgrims going to see a man in a cape with a funny hat. I will offer on the spot coverage of my journey to work using the medium of a mobile phone sending messages to my twitter feed. From the first hesitant step in the morning as I valiantly aim to beat the rush by taking an unnecessarily early train – through my likely battle to get through the barriers at Waverley station – to my planned walk across blocked roads while attempting to find designated crossing places so I don’t unwittingly stand in the way of a procession that will arrive some hours later brandishing a copy of that book by Christopher Hitchens or that other one by Professor Richard Dawkins.
I would like to advise the media that I will be available for interview detailing my traumatic trip to work, my Pope hell, and to comment on my perceptions of les amants de Pontiff who will no doubt be crowding the byways as I walk to and from various train stations.