OK so one of the joys of living in Camden (and indeed in London) is that there’s plenty of tramps about, and occasionally they’ll leave bits & pieces about the place. Found this lot out on our doorstep this morning.
Snap snap flap flap
In the absence of an opportunity to type anything substantial this week, here’s a selection of photos I snapped out the window of our plane as we returned from Sweden back in January. Brilliant. (It has also occurred to me
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
Contrast & complain
I knew that there was something wrong in Adelaide recently when I started seeing the volume of people on Facebook discussing the weather: ordinarily not a topic that so many people lock onto. Housemate Emma returned from Melbourne yesterday, reporting
Cultural assimilation. It’s the way forward. (Which way is forward?)
Having lived here in London for over 4 years now I think I’ve gotten used to many of the local customs & behaviours, and to some extent modified my ludicrous Australian behaviour patterns to fit more closely with some of
Rummaging time again
Upon walking back from lunch the other day, I noticed that the building across the road from our office had a “For Sale” sign tacked out the front of it, and so taking heed of the only instinct I seem
Tasteful Mac, real tasteful.
Well done by the way to thelondonpaper on Friday for their incredibly sensitive and well-executed false front-cover advertising feature. On the same day that the actual lead news story is about 2 French biochemistry students being stabbed over 200 times