Degrees of separation

Social media bleeds into meatspace far too often in London. Try as I do, I still fall foul of the repeated error, usually on my way into work half asleep, of seeing people I know through either twitter or blogging and reacting as if I know them in the real world when...

He rides again…

Yesterday was my first day on my new commute. I haven’t changed jobs. After several years experimenting with commuting by train, and alternatively by foot, I finally decided that the only viable solution was to combine the two thus eliminating the wasted time...

Weird

It’s midnight. We are in bed. There is the sound of hollow rumbling from the sodium lit, wet leather, street outside. I look across at you. The dark gleam of your eyes tells me you are awake. “What’s that?” you ask. “I don’t...

Ghost town

The snow has ripped a hole through the last full working week of the year in London. Trains, planes and roads are all messed up with the end result that the great Christmas exodus from the capital seems to have started early. Every year, the last two or three days...

Diary: snow on the line…

In a typical London fashion the slightest hint of snow turned my week on its head. We had a bit more snow than a hint out in Abbey Wood, where we’re close enough to Kent to walk into the borough without breaking a sweat. The single, reasonable, commuting route...

Today

I left the house at 6.20 AM and returned at 7.45pm. Tomorrow I will leave at around 6am. I’m so glad I moved to London where the streets are paved with gold. No really: that’s what gold looks and smells like these days. Gah. At least I managed to...