Hard to know what’s Just. A recent event is a video coming out of a driver behaving very dangerously toward cyclists. No actual harm done, but he mounted the pavement toward cyclists, threatened, threw cans at them. Not just one but a number of cyclists, and when the police arrived he reversed away at quite…
I doubt this will actually happen, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to ween myself off facebook. Hmm. Quote gratified to see that while “ween” is highlighted as an incorrect spelling, facebook is too, but not as a mere capitalisation error but as a non-existent word. Anyway, it feels like the time. Why? Right now…
I’ve been tramping round Covent Garden since my mid-teens back in the eighties. In those days (oh, “when I were young” etc), it was rather a different place. Same buildings (on the main), it’s the nature of the shops that’s changed. Neal Street has but one shop I can identify as having not closed since…
One of the little things that pleases me is saying “Bless you” to people who sneeze. Strangers on the street, anyone. It’s a basic politeness, and recently someone thanked me in response. It’s those small things which I believe (or at least hope) help to make the world a better place.
What other creative outlets do I have? I’ve tried painting with acrylics, but that dried up (ho ho!), then I passed on all my kit. Playing trombone’s fun, but I’m ever so rusty, and I need to start from scratch. Worth doing though, I love the idea of playing in music sessions. It’s not creative…
This was while I was in my third year at university, some time in the first term. I was then (as now) not much for being with people. Not through lack of desire, but through lack of social ability and confidence. Actually, that’s a bit like now as well. I’d been asked round to dinner…
Here’s a small test of will. Yesterday I had a day off blog writing, instead I watched a film on the way to and from work and posted something I’d prepared before. Great film, by the way – and that’s the problem. I’d *like* to continue watching Battle Royale, and indeed the first thing I…
Wuthering Heights is a fantastic song, but hardly soothing to hear from a busker as you wander into a Waterloo Station in the throes of train delay hell…
My fairly cheap Superdrug (that’s SuperDRUG, not-DRY) glasses broke last week, and I’ve yet to replace them. I’ve worked quite nicely without, as I’m only -2.00 in my worse eye, so screen use is generally okay. The only issues I’ve encountered have been seeing who’s down the end of the corridor, and reading information screens…