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October 5, 2009
I have just witnessed a very stange thing. Up at 1:36 am (I suffer from insomnia) I was glancing outside, watching the world roll its shoulders and rouse itself from a deep slumber, when a rather... rotund man with a receding hairline ambled down the road, eyes closed, carrying a trombone and one of the most contented looks I have ever seen upon a human face. He carried on walking until he was standing facing the sea. He put the trombone to his fish lips and started to play. I just sat there in silence. Quite magical.