This is a reasonable allegorical representation of my life in the last ten days and probably the next ten days too. Buster Keaton plays an itinerant poet. The action consists chiefly of running around trains. A train dashes through countryside. I am struggling to put on some decent clothes. The train is delayed through some fault on the line, generally signals. And so on. General Parker advances. People in the real world do important things. There seems to be a young woman bound up in some way. I forget who she is. You can make up the rest.
Tomorrow Brighton, Tuesday London, Wednesday London, etc.
You can have it with jazz too. In fact you do. Once my brain is back in order I will write more sensible blogs.