8 years on, Caliban’s Dream remains my favourite piece of music. Beautiful and haunting, it always brings a tear to my eye.
Pretty sure Aegir is the most talented person I know. His latest project is wonderfully unique and beyond incredible.
In Uncool Britannia only shoddiness reigns.
Nodding along to this. Competing module systems always left me confused and defeated. Finally, we have an agreed standard that works across the ecosystem… but that gets undermined by those writing and exporting modules using TypeScript. You just can’t win.
Venturing outside, you can almost feel the rate of infection increasing, the second spike almost a given.
Just gave out a large yelp upon learning that @iAWriter now includes support for publishing to websites via Micropub!
As dealing with Coronavirus leans so heavily on devolved matters, the phrase ‘four nations’ has now become commonplace. The United Kingdom is breaking apart, slowly at first…
It’s not often I watch an entire series in one sitting, but Normal People had me captivated from beginning to end. Beautiful story, wonderfully told.
Over the last two months, I’ve accomplished my annual running goal of 120 km – something I failed to achieve over the course of any previous year, I should add. Guess I’d better set a new goal then!
The last season of Veep is really hard going, with now unrecognisable characters lumbering their way through needlessly heightened story lines. Perhaps inevitable, given the show jumped the shark by installing Selina as president midway through its run; where else could it go?
Anyone else experience moments of dyscalculia when translating times between 24-hour and 12-hour clocks? I often end up ignoring the first digit, so will read a time like 19:00 (7pm) as 9pm. Drives me crazy!
So we don’t lurch from one crisis to another, we need to put people before planes: no taxpayer-backed bailouts without conditions on workers rights, concrete action on climate commitments and no more tax exceptions. Sign the petition.
Zoom is to video conferencing what Facebook is to social networking: not to be trusted.
How the hell is it Friday already!?
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.