Joined everyone in my street to #ClapForOurCarers. Wow, that was quite something.
Fiddling while Rome burns.
There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.
– Vladimir Lenin
My street now has a community WhatsApp group. Just a small sign perhaps, that some good will come of all this.
Shared a virtual beer with @bensauer, something I probably wouldn’t have done had it been a normal Friday evening. Here’s to silver linings! 🍻
Something, something, long-drawn-out sigh.
Getting the band back together!
Was expecting a lecture about post-war architecture, but instead heard a story of corruption and impropriety within Harold Wilson’s Labour government, notably around the development of Centre Point. Fascinating talk, @EwanMHarrison!
Was lovely bumping into @scruffymongrel on the train this morning. Been too long!
This week I renewed my business insurance with Ashley @_withjack. Personal, informative and helpful customer service, and policies that are competitive and comprehensive. What’s not to love!?
2am. Still singing karaoke.
Spent much of today aboard trains going in the wrong direction, i.e. headed towards home. But! I get to spend all day tomorrow here in Cologne, which makes me very happy (as does the Kölsch).
Taking advantage of the flexibility of my Interrail pass, and spending an extra day in Oslo. High probability I may never leave at all.
After a week of grey, horrid weather, the clouds lift and blue skies finally appear over Stockholm. In this part of Europe at least, all is bright and well.
I hope you’ve enjoyed the photos of Europe I’ve been sharing over the past month. Consider this exercise a drawn out howl of despair at the needless situation Britain today finds itself in. I’ve collected them all here.
The @Eurostar team at St. Pancras are genuine heroes. First, given disruption on the Brighton Main Line, they happily rebooked me on to the next train to Brussels. Later, having returned to the departure gates too late, they helped rush me through check-in and passport control.
Like all great train journeys, this one starts with a cancellation.
Not entirely sure how this ended up with the conclusion it did. More a reflection on the start of this year than the last one, perhaps. Anyway, I think it means I need to write more.
Every time you shop at Amazon, a business dies.
I can’t watch.