The Year My Shoes Stuck to the Road
A reflection on the British obsession with declaring a national crisis every time the temperature rises above twenty-five degrees.
An occasional column on existence, technology, and minor misunderstandings.
Welcome. This is a text-only repository of observations, essays, and occasional dispatches on the modern condition.
A reflection on the British obsession with declaring a national crisis every time the temperature rises above twenty-five degrees.
We have traded the slow, deliberate craft of conversation in favour of the rapid exchange of functional digital signals.
Why do we let glowing rectangles dictate the rhythm of our lives?
The Monday dread begins on Sunday, usually after lunch...
Napping is an underrated art form. Especially when combined with a bad night's sleep...
On the current state of British rail travel. Or rather, the lack of it.
On the Great Coffee Machine Swindle.
On the questionable decision to go jogging at the age of sixty-one.