Well, I’d completely forgotten just how much noise the echo of 30-odd primary school children and a bouncy castle can make in an otherwise empty sports hall.
😫
I’m having an idiot evening. I was just about to build a special page for Microblogvember and then I remember it’s much easier to just do a category. D’oh.
It is very odd and sad to see the life and death of a young journalist you used to chat with at journalism events in London, become the centre of such a story — and now a documentary. But Lyra certainly deserved the attention. I wish the price of it hadn’t been her death.
Gah. Great website. No RSS. No newsletter. Protected Twitter account. How am I meant to know when you write something new?
Sadly, a birthday weekend doesn’t make me exempt from the business of being Daddy taxi for most of it: Brownies, swimming lessons (x2), Sea Lights and (joy of joys) a children’s bouncy castle party.
I will need ALL THE COFFEE. ☕️
Reading everyone’s “admiration” posts made me realise that, at this point of my life, I rarely admire people, but I often admire actions or decisions.
That’s not to do with growing cynicism, but more a happy acceptance that people are messy and complicated.
It’s a rough morning, watching friends and former students getting fired from Twitter.
I’m glad I’ve got this place to spend time in instead. Thank you, lovely micro.blog folks.
Well, I suppose the good thing about the reports that Revue (owned by Twitter) will be gone by the end of the year, dead by order of Musk, is that I now have licence to officially abandon my neglected newsletter there…
Working late at the office, adding a feast of links to Moodle, for the journalism students to ”enjoy”…
