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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…
I know what this is for. Admittedly, it’s not quite what everybody thinks it’s for. However I refuse to believe that the situation is shrouded in so much mystery that people can misinterpret what is going on. Yes, it’s a button (and it’s found inside carriages on the London Underground, handily adjacent to the doors),…
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…
Incredible: 10 minutes of sunshine on a Friday and this is what you get. It’s impossible to tell whether there’s been a fire drill, or if people have just bunked off early for a pint. Good job I’m still beavering away in the office in a dedicated way. At blogging, I guess.
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…
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…
This evening I went against my better judgement and, after alighting from the bus from Oxford in a state of extreme peckishness (at 10:30 on a Sunday night), thought I’d pop in to KFC for a bit of quick grub. In “So I Married An Axe Murderer” Mike Myers utters the question “How could you…
An ongoing war of wills has been going on between me and our front door knocker for about the last 7 or 8 months, and I’m embarrassed but not surprised to admit that the doorknocker is presently winning. In fact, this weekend’s battle proved to be quite a savage blow from the forces of darkness….
‘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…
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. …