Dyspepsilicious!

Dear readers,

Today, advertsing totally worked on me!
I was cycling up to Nanpantan, feeling all slithy, when I saw a crushed Pepsi cup in the gutter. "You know what, self" I said to my self "I DO want a Pepsi."

It has been a year or two since I had one, and the taste has two associations for me.
1) The Wetherspoons chain of pubs
2) The Carribean.

I have also discovered that it is suprisingly difficult to carry a pepsi on a bike without making it go all crazy. "Suprising" that is, because I presumably manage to keep the vibration from doing the same thing to my brain. (Side-note: As a philosophical materalist, I believe the human soul to be a thin, excitable cola-like substance.)

I just got a letter addressed to "Mr. Nathan Hill, AMInstP". I hope it isn't trouble.