This month, I celebrated my seventh anniversary on the railways. Seven years since I turned up at the local station for my first day. It’s been a blast. I love my job, as far as jobs go. If they stop paying me, I stop coming in. That might sound like common sense, but there’s plenty … Continue reading Reforming the Railways
If I could go back in time, where would I go? I could sneak back to 1889 and smother baby Adolph, I suppose. Do the world a favour, possibly. Or nip back to November 1963 and train my zoom lens on the sixth floor of a certain building in Dallas, just top sate my curiosity. … Continue reading Nostradumbass
The pandemic has left its scars on the world. They are often deep scars; some may never heal. Scars have been left on society, on the economy, on the high street, in hospitals. Perhaps we all bear our own individual scars from the pandemic. I have a certain amount of contempt for those who dismissed … Continue reading No Time To Waste
Who wins a 5km running race between 2010 Me, and the current 2022 edition of me? It’s not exactly the burning question of our times, but a Facebook Memory popped up last week that did have me pondering what the outcome of such a race would be. The Facebook Memory was from a now defunct … Continue reading Race Against Time
This Christmas has been better than the last. I recently enjoyed an afternoon at the theatre, watching Ralph Fiennes recite some poetry. I'm sure you know Ralph, star of two of the best films ever, the Constant Gardner and Schindlers List. A few weeks earlier, I had enjoyed a talk by one of his many … Continue reading Merry Christmas
Two years ago today, I finished my shift and stepped out of the office. I was stood pretty much were I'd stood to take this photo. I lit up a cigarette and smoked it. It was a Pall Mall Red, my preferred brand. I liked the little capsule in the filter that you could squeeze … Continue reading Quitterversary
Pull up a seat and join me in my local Cafe Rouge. I have ordered what I always order in my favourite French restaurant. A Full English breakfast. Et pourquoi pas? A good meal, cooked properly. In theory. While I wait, I will have a browse through the paper - I subscribe to the digital … Continue reading The Art of Getting By
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