As predicted, this blog has somewhat died a death. Its cousin, The Resting Writer , is where I actually write stuff. So here's an old account of my weekend in Los Angeles in Summer 2008. I was on a business trip that lasted about ten days, so I had a weekend in the middle. It... Continue Reading →
When you have everything, you have a lot to lose
Since I got married on Saturday, I suppose this blog has changed a little. It used to be about questions of life and death, and peripatetic pleasures along the way. Having ticked all the conventional life boxes (mortgage, kids, marriage), I feel a bit silly waxing lyrical about politics, philosophy or art. Surely someone so... Continue Reading →
The trouble with teaching
Image via WikipediaI was waiting for the tube at Finchley Road after another late evening at work, and was wandering slightly dejectedly along the platfom to reach the front of the train. I'm forever trying to make sure I always get on in the right place to reach the exit at the next station most efficiently.... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 