Robotperson

I’m writing this as my train is reversing back into London Bridge. My journey home this evening has consisted principally of sitting on a stationary train behind a set of jammed points, and this is where we’ve been for about an hour. The word stifling comes to mind, although drowning might better convey the sense [...]

I chose today, London’s hottest on record (just let that sink in for a moment) to do lots of walking and shopping around the West End.

An early end-of-meeting at Tower Bridge (not literally) gave me an hour or so to kill, and I wanted to check out the [...]

A month or two ago I caught myself humming a few bars of Jerusalem on the way in to work. It took a week or so to work out that the first four notes of this piece are exactly the same as the chimes that herald announcements at KXT:

"bing-bing-bing [...]

Lara was in Somerset for the whole weekend and I took advantage by spending some quality time with me. On a scorching Saturday I BMX’ed down to the beach and finished Zeldman’s Web Standards book whilst enjoying a sandwich-and beer lunch. Both book and beach-lunch are highly recommended.

I zoomed [...]

The American Dairy Association is promoting it’s wares with the strap line "Ahhh, the Power of Cheese". Cheese is a guilty pleasure for me, and to hear this feels like a kind of homecoming. If anyone’s thinking of inviting me to their next dinner party, you might like to take a look here for some [...]

I regard it as a good omen when, as happened yesterday evening, a plane passes right over my train as it’s coming in to land at Gatwick.

If the timing’s just right you can see the touchdown from a vantage point perfectly in-line with the runway – blue tyre smoke, [...]

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Lara and I are getting married. Soon.

The fact of this is very exciting, but at the same time, the enormous amount of organising, allocating, arranging, and the general level of fiddly details to be remembered rather makes the reality of the situation a bit of a chore. [...]