When Mrs P and I decide to go to London, we catch the train. For us it is free, so there's not really a decision to make regarding mode of transport. It's a comfotable way to go, and quick - we're in the capital in about an hour and fifty minutes. The end of the … Continue reading End of the Line
We enjoyed a cultural weeked away, did Mrs P and I. There was something very Mexican and something very English in it for both of us. First stop, Shepherds Bush Empire to watch one of Mrs P's favourite Mexican bands, Cafe Tacuba. Shepherds Bush is a part of west London that has yet to be … Continue reading Cream Tea Tacvba
I couldn't help myself. My head had been turned by the new entry level Fuji XT100, and my plotting started. I thought I could save a bit of money having a body only model brought back from the US at Christmas. But this plan had four key drawbacks. A body only model left me a … Continue reading My New Toy
Fifteen years ago today, I published my first post on my blog. How time flies. Oh, if I could only go back to being that 30 year old, just about to head off on a backpacking trip to Mexico, and do it all over again. But time is a funny thing, a one off deal. … Continue reading Quinceañera
Most companies of any size offer a few benefits and perks to their employees. The railway offers more than most. Who wouldn't want a final salary based pension? They're hard to come by these days. Some (most? all? I don't know...) Train Operating Companies also provide a scheme, which I participate in, to buy shares … Continue reading The Priv
I strolled past this marvel of engineering at the weekend. It is truly a thing of beauty, one of the finest cars ever made. I don't care how quirky it is, I love it. And I'm not alone - it came third in a poll for Car of the Century. Indeed, if I were more … Continue reading Automative Beauty
Life on a narrowboat always greatly appealed to me, although it's a life best suited to a singleton. In my opinion. I personally wouldn't want to share quite such a limited amount of living space with another. I like solitude, even extended periods of it. I like the rural setting. I like living by, or … Continue reading Life of the Canal
The Mexile 