pining for the fjords

On a slightly happier note than last nights doom-fest, finished the 11th Lemony Snicket book yesterday (before Kate could i might add) which means my obsession has to end until the 12th and 13th books are published and have started back on Bill Bryson again which had my laughing out loud on the tram. Also, why do i always get asked for directions on the tram? do i look like an experienced tramsman or something?