Bunking off: northwards on the M6

I spent all day grappling with an essay, then most of the evening not.

At this particular moment I was in charge of the steering wheel so the 'children' were operating the camera in response to my 'art direction', i.e. my squeals of 'That gas holder!', 'Put the strap round your wrist', 'Quick, those pylons!', 'This bridge!, Where're the cooling towers? I'm sure there used to be a power station round here', 'NOOO! don't hold the camera out of the window, 'Look! that gantry!'...

Back to the essay tomorrow.