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I totally understand that. It happens to me when I walk. London on a saturday morning is a great place to do that. It's enviromentaly friendly and a bit of “in advance payment" if you are on your way to get some EBCB. Good entry.

My favorite place for thinking is the shower - even less to worry about but one's thoughts.

I tend to find that my creative capacity on the road depends, like in so many other circumstances, on what's going on around me.
I can remember sitting gridlocked on the M25 only able to think about the glass of wine awaiting me at home, incensed by a man in a Mondeo pointlessly weaving through the lanes trying to jump the queue.
On the other hand an empty motorway from Le Mans to Rouen at sunset was nothing short of inspirational.
Nevertheless, I’d have to agree with Javier on this one: I do my best thinking while walking.

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