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On my radio

I'm just listening to Radio 6, as of course you do now and again, and there's a show on by a certain Mr Dylan. I knew he did a regular syndicated show, but I hadn't realised that the Beeb had picked it up.

He's talking about Jules Verne at the moment. A few minutes ago he was talking about the centre of the continental USA, and then the equator, and gave special greetings to anyone listening in an equatorial country. Before that it was Mobius strips, and about twenty minutes or so back he mentioned a New Scientist article he'd read recently - the one quoted here, which is here but only readable if you've a sub, which handily I have.

Errr . . . thanks, Bob. Nice one.

Ah. Nick Lowe. Excellent.

I had an odd waking experience a week or so ago, actually. I've mentioned that I had a cold. Probably partly due to an attempted mugging back in Cambridge, my nose gets a bit bunged up when I've had a cold, especially if I'm a bit dry. That morning, I'd partly woken and was lying dozing, annoyed at not quite being able to breathe properly. In particular, I had an odd intense belief that certain words had been devised by conspirators, such that people with colds couldn't pronounce them and would therefore only be able to discuss the concepts if they spoke Gaelic (which of course I don't). I was quite annoyed, and I couldn't shake the belief in spite of not being able to work out why I was so sure it was true.

I've been wondering since whether that's what it's like to have delusions. I'm rather hoping not to find out.

He's just namechecked Martin Rees. It's like listening to a very relaxed version of Out On Blue Six.

Ah. Richard Thompson. Not bad.
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I absolutely believed it. I just couldn't remember why, which was also annoying me. It wasn't until I'd properly woken up - half an hour or so later - that I realised it wasn't true.
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That's a delusion.

My only encounter with cannabis is my sole experience of that, I was convinced that if I shut my eyes I would die. A bit inconvenient as I was stoned and knackered, with 2 equally stoned companions, on a train back to Groningen at the time.

I've had something similar regarding suicidal ideation, where I feel pushed to do it and at the time it seems totally logical. Then 30 mins later I'm thinking, wtf was I thinking? Similar mechanism I'd imagine. I guess that's what psychosis feels like, except it doesn't wear off?

I guess you carried over some vestige of REM sleep that morning for some reason?
I've had something similar regarding suicidal ideation, where I feel pushed to do it and at the time it seems totally logical. Then 30 mins later I'm thinking, wtf was I thinking? Similar mechanism I'd imagine.

Could be. I had that once. Cambridge, again. I was so happy there . . .

I guess that's what psychosis feels like, except it doesn't wear off?

Possibly. I should see what my dad has to say about it.
Cambridge, again. I was so happy there . . .

It's either something about the place, or something about (myself and) the people I know that have lived in Cambridge.
Something like that, I guess. It happens occasionally. Keeps life interesting.
I remember out on blue six. Does that make me really old?