Anyone expecting something about Led Zeppelin is going to be sorely disappointed. Today I took a stroll across some farmland not to far from where I live. In the not too distant future these fields will be gone, replaced by modern brick shoeboxes we call houses, all packed densely together around a maze of curving streets that defies anyones sense of direction.

I'd already had a good view of Wichelstok, the latest addition to Swindons housing needs, built in the Ray Valley between Swindon and the M4 motorway. Not entirely an idyllic position then. But that wasn't the whole problem. This new urban village looked false and artificial in pristine orange drab.

Anyway, I passed by and continued to where this doomed farm now stands. I've never bothered to walk the footpath on this particular triangle of farmland because it leads across the Great Western main railway line. I don't know what the legal position is. Footpaths are established public rights of way in the countryside, but usually a railway line is No Admittance. Not that it matters. Crossing a double track on a curve that carries fast freight and express trains isn't all that clever.

Thing is though I looked across the fields and saw a collection of roofs on the skyline toward West Swindon. Odd. I've never noticed a farmstead that close to the line before. My curioisty aroused, I fell over the crumbling stile and barged my way through the flock of sheep bravely guarding the field against trespassers. One or two showed their displeasure by weeing.

It turns out the roofs belong to West Swindon on the other side of not only the railway, but the dual carriageway alongside it. The trees had been cut down because someone has realised that once this stretch of farmland has become a housing estate, the local kids are going to try and risk a crossing. In place of that simple stile and warning sign had been built an extraordinary footbridge. It looks way over the top as it stands now, with only a muddy field to lead to, but what a great place to watch trains flash by.

But of course I have better things to do. I wonder if I should rent a movie for tonight?

Handed In

That's it. The form has been filled in. My record of job searching submitted to my new invisible masters. What will they say? What will they do? The tension is mounting. All the worst because I hear a rumour that jobseekers will now have to spend as much time during the week on their search as they would be prepared to work.

What? A full 38 hour week doing nothing but job searching? Hang a minute, I don't think there's enough vacancies or employers to keep that level of activity going. Worse still it means I'm working fulltime at something like