It’s been a long time since I walked over this bridge.


Winnersh Triangle Station is pretty small for a station right by a big office park. It’s barely more than a halt. There is a tiny ticket office and seating area, though.


Yesterday morning in Crewe and this morning in Winnersh.


Doing a lot of this over these few days of work…

Charging an electric car…

Finally done on a client report that’s been hanging over me for a while. Treating myself to a celebratory whisky before bed. 🥃


Lovely brunch prepared by my daughter!

Poached egg on bagel!

Fascinating seeing Shoreham Beach from the other side of the harbour entrance for once.



And… breathe.


OK. I admit it. This is absolutely my kind of feature:

“Memes can be thought of as a form of symbolic art. A meme isn’t usually about what’s being depicted, but about what the viewer feels when seeing it, or the connotations it arouses.”


This feature is going to have to work hard to convince me of its thesis…

(From the latest Standart Magazine.)

A feature entitled "the hipster barista dies not exist" from Standart magazine.

Sugar rush incoming.


Booked in to get fibre to the house, rather than just fibre to the cabinet, next month. Really looking forward to that — given the amount of video I routinely move around these days, it should make a significant improvement to our quality of digital life.


Cosmopolitan place, Shoreham.

BB8, a Dalek and Adam Tinworth on the coast.

Meanwhile, down by the lifeboat station.…


Calling Michael Gove the Levelling Up Minister does make it sound awfully like he spends all day in front of his Xbox, playing an RPG…


I told a student I would give her piece a “tense check”. And I’m still giggling about the quasi-pun an hour later.

WHAT HAVE I BECOME?


So, turns out your keyboard works better if you turn it on. 🤦🏼‍♂️


Tough economic times are already hitting eco charities and sustainable businesses just at the time we need them the most. We all need to make smart choices on how we spend limited money.

These are going to be difficult months.


Sitting, working, on the balcony, and wondering why I don’t do this more.