All the things I do instead of writing…
I walked down the escalator to the Jubilee Line platform quite slowly this evening. There was already a train waiting there, but it had had its doors open for long enough to be fully loaded, and as the oh-so-droll platform announcer kept reminding us, "there'll be another one along in a minute folks, so don't... Continue Reading →
Last week seemed to have a bit of a non-stop schedule of activities based in the city, which made today's 10km run through the Arundel Estate in West Sussex all the more enjoyable. Still, I also went to the rather more rarefied spectacle of an evening at the Royal Opera House. I had got some... Continue Reading →
I went to pick up some documents from another office this lunchtime, and walked all the way through the main Canary Wharf shopping centre. Canary wharf, for anyone not living in London, is the gleaming peninsula of corporate headquarters that was built in the middle of London's rather deprived and run down docks in the... Continue Reading →
The many faces this blog has already taken on are perhaps some testament to my peripatetic nature. I'll pick up a new hobby, do it like a crazy person for about six months, then get all demoralised about the fact that it's not a career, and I therefore prefer to stop doing it rather than... Continue Reading →
In an effort to feel like I'm doing something with the acres of time at my disposal, I entered a whole slew of 10km runs at the beginning of the year, and a half marathon in September. Running is in some ways quite an irritating activity, mainly because of the way other people view it.... Continue Reading →
I have been terribly remiss in writing anything recently - not even my own paper diary (which contains even more endless chatter than this blog). There are several reasons for this, but the main one is that I went on a rock climbing holiday to Spain, in Gandia near Valencia. I have been climbing indoors... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 