Archives for January 2008
Fuel
How did we survive before Starbucks, Cafe Nero, Benugos, Amazon and Tesco Express? Quite well actually.
Fatal error
I’m spending almost every hour of these couple of weeks in the office, in a cab (if I’m lucky – otherwise the Tube) or in bed.
What’s the point of installing expensive and annoying in-cab screens when any attempt to change the channel causes the system to crash? Brilliant.
Hotel services
In Europe, a hotel directory might contain details of fine local restaurants, cinemas, sightseeing, perhaps even massage services.
In the US around half seems to be lists of churces of every conceivable denomination. But surely it’s the same God, right?
10G
Across The Pond and back in 24 hours. Tomorrow I will board the return flight, in the same seat, with the same crew. They express surprise, but not when I manage to spill water down my trousers again.
It’s a cash job
For the new kitchen (but still paying VAT of course).
The million dollar question
That I am, it seems, employed to answer.
Tangles
If a plastic bag had a soul, it would deserve pity. Free to float through the air for thousands of miles, it ends up spiked on the back fence of Tooting’s Tile Magic.
I’ve lost count
Of how many hours I’ve spent waiting at this Aldwych bus stop for the N155 over the years. 1928 seems about right.
Because that’s what friends are for
They said I could call ‘em my bitches. But I’m no misogynist.
Spaceship One, you are cleared to land
Pulling my calf on a long run home, I limped through this portal and was struck by its retrofuturistic feel.
