That's Mrs P, strutting her stuff in the mid 30s celsius midday sun at the observatory in Jaipur. Signs of the time indeed. Why did I not think of that title for a post before? I rather miss India. I enjoyed it. This may come as a little bit of a surprise to anyone who … Continue reading Signs of the Time
They're after my jobs, the ba****ds. Not the eastern Europeans. Nor the Indians. Nor the growing population of Latin American emigres. Those guys, up there. The machines. The dreaded, job eating machines. They are the new competition. And they are tough. Relentless. Remorseless. It's a new world, and they are determined to make it their … Continue reading Rise of the Machines
Tis the first of February. And I found a photo from February, way back in the past. All the way back to 2005. It is the oldest known photo of Mrs P and I together, thirteen years ago. She had arrived in the UK for her first trip to Europe at the end of December. … Continue reading Upon Reflection
Do you like my new shoes? I love my new shoes. Mrs P was initially dubious about my new shoes. Aren't they awfully orange? I pointed to the pair I was wearing at the time, the ones that were to be replaced. They were bright pink. A bit of orange wasn't going to deter me. … Continue reading Brand New Old Brand
One of my first jobs, perhaps my first ever job, was as a paper boy. It's most boys first job. It didn't pay a fortune, but it could be done in about an hour, early in the morning before school. It was a much better job on a warm summer morning than on a wet, … Continue reading The Last Post, Again
What can I tell you about this photo? Well, I know it was taken on a boat trip out to a reef in the Red Sea. I've been to the Red Sea twice, in 2000 and 2002. I went on boat trips both times and I'm afraid I can't tell you with any certainty which … Continue reading The Red Sea
I recently stumbled across a trio of old photos, which has me sorted for three weeks worth of Throw Back Thursday material. This is the oldest one, taken in the early 90s. Can I provide a more precise date? Well, that sofa belonged in the family home in London before my parents upped sticks and … Continue reading The Missing Mignons
The Mexile 