Bournemouth is, by British standards, a relatively new town. It celebrated its bicentenary in 2010 just as my other home, Mexico, was celebrating its own Bicentenario, So the list of great and good that have called Bournemouth home isn’t as lengthy as many other towns and cities. But what Bournemouth lacks in quantity, it more … Continue reading Jane. Of Bournemouth.
My home town, Bournemouth, has been in the news lately. A small but noisy mob of protesters have been screaming at a pair of hotels which have been housing asylum seekers. Who knew? I had no idea that there were any asylum seekers in Bournemouth. In fact, the first I knew of it was when … Continue reading Bigotry in Bournemouth
If there was one thing that drove me round the bend with my Fuji X-T20, it was geo-tagging my photos. I like to see where they were taken when I look at them later in my Photos app. Just like you can when you take a photo with your iPhone. I used to use a … Continue reading Fuji X-T50 GeoTag
I found myself walking through the West End in London recently. It was late evening, approaching 9pm. There were the usual thronging crowds of diners, theatre goers, sightseers, pubbers and clubbers, workers going to work, workers going home, bikers, scooterists, homeless folk and Deliverooisters. And everyone seemed very happy. Except maybe the homeless folk. But … Continue reading Life and Crime 2025
I like this building. The orange brick tower. Specifically, the flat at the top with the larger balcony. I do love a balcony with a view. And this one has quite the view. It sits at the top of the new-ish developments at Kings Cross in London. I’d like to sit in a comfy chair … Continue reading The Orange Tower
This week, I completed ten years of employment on the railways of Great Britain. Ten whole, unbroken years. Which means that at some point during the last year, my term of employment here became the longest I’ve held a job. In second place is nine years and about 2 months of (mostly dreadful) employment with … Continue reading Class 2015
I’ve been to a few ancient ruins in Mexico. If I sat down and tried to name them all, it’d take a while, I’d get well into double figures and there’d still be plenty I’d forgotten about. That’s what happens with six years of residency and two decades of visiting. Every time I go anywhere, … Continue reading Ichkabal
The Mexile 