And they all describe the moment of waking to it, this moment when the world changed and was never the same again. When they heard the Hum. The Taos H...m, they call it. Government conspiracy, they say. Weather modification experiments. Weapons tests. Some secret submarine base at the South Pole. Big machines tunneling under the earth. Something alive living below the crust. Almost as many reasons for the Hum as there are people who hear it.”“Is it bullshit?”“I dunno. The people who call in, on. Our eyes never left each other as our bodies knew exactly what to do. The music slowed; at least it did to me as we slowly moved together. Hip to hip, breast to breast, we moved like one person as there seemed to be even more space around us. Our arms went around each other at the same time and our heads rested on each other's shoulder at the same instant.The music changed and we adjust automatically. Now each of us had pushed one leg a little deeper so we were closer entwined, my thigh was. “Na I ain’t runnin an ya ain’t packen by the looks of things.” Lucida said handing the bottle back to me, she took the cigar from her lips and stuffed it in one of my plants. I took another swig as she rested her hand on the 6-shooter. “Ya ain’t looking for a fight are ya gringo!” she said as she fingered the grip. “Nope.” I replied then took another swig. Lucida smiled then drew her 6-shooter, “Good, go sit over there gringo!” she ordered harshly nodding towards the kitchen. At the table she. ” “Not a good situation for a hypersexual, and something we agreed you would avoid. Do you need to answer your phone?”“No.”“Then please continue.”"I was really looking forward to the weekend and getting home. I set off Friday afternoon, driving back to London, but the blizzard set in and I just had to stop. Luckily the SatNav found a hotel only about a mile away, and they had a room. Well, lots of rooms really as most guests had cancelled due to the weather." BLOG: Observer has been bad.