Moaning about London

And as the kitten of opportunity throws up on the sandwich of destiny, I see we’ve reached the end of the show…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! After several days of failed attempts to psyche myself up to ask Mystery Sandwich Girl out for a drink, I decided that today was going to be the day, dammit.  A real “GO BACK IN THERE, ARTHUR PEWTEY” moment.  All week something’s been not quite right, like there was a big queue of people(…)

Trainwreck journalism

My Google Reader account has 360 newsfeeds in it.  As such, I’ve totally stopped reading the freesheet newspapers that are provided around the London Underground – the Metro, the London Lite, and The London Paper.  Y’know… reading them hardly seems relevant when they’re largely an amalgamation of stories that have been harvested off everyone else’s(…)

Guess the government here is recruiting lerts now too. Bring on the fridge magnets!

Guess the government here is recruiting lerts now too. Bring on the fridge magnets!

Leaving aside momentarily the whole issue of me being a mavericky fugitive type for taking a photograph in the Underground*: the other day whilst waiting for the usual 3 or 4 minutes until the next train (I love this town!) I spied this particularly unctuous poster, which I hadn’t seen before. For the benefit of(…)

Three men of assorted nationalities walked into a public establishment

I suspect I need to be careful how I go about phrasing this, so as a preamble – if you could endeavour to interpret this post mainly as bewildered head scratching and attempting to come to grips with something I’m just not getting the hang of, rather than an outraged “I can’t believe it, what(…)

I recognise that distinctive flapping sound…

‘Tis the gently beating wings of my old guardian, The Fuckup Fairy. I ought to have learned by now it’s pointlss to try to get to airports. Today, however, she’s pulled off a rare confluence of subtle cockups, and it would be both unfair & out of character of me not to share them all(…)

But as long as you love me so, let it adverse-weather-condition, let it adverse-weather-condition, let it adverse-weather-condition!

But as long as you love me so, let it adverse-weather-condition, let it adverse-weather-condition, let it adverse-weather-condition!

No surprises there then.  London, a city which has had a few days of snow pretty much every year I’ve been here, gets a bit of snow and grinds to almost a complete standstill.  As if to celebrate, Transport for London cancelled all buses today, and the Underground kept on running as best it could. (…)