I am restarting my campaign for an office cat. We could call it Engey.
Touring Tut
A chance to see some spectacular ancient history, with bling! Continue reading
A chance to see some spectacular ancient history, with bling! Continue reading
I am restarting my campaign for an office cat. We could call it Engey.
We have a little pub crawl planned for —and by little I mean a crawl of the local Micropubs. There are two within walking distance of home but, more importantly, there are quite a few scattered along the route of the number 51 bus, starting in Sidcup and ending in Welling (or vice versa). And then a few more fairly easily connected to that, giving eleven (!) in total. To help plan I made a map:
The list:
* The 51 bus route pubs
(On a map)
We won’t be attempting all eleven, just five or six. I may (drunkenly?) update how it went.
Beginning with a Howling Hop’s House IPA in the Hopper’s Hut
Tanner’s Box O’ Frogs at the Hackney Carriage
Halfway House
Welcome to the Hanger
So we leave the EU. Abandon the greatest peacetime project of all; the thing that stated that whatever our differences we recognise that deep down we are, after all, the same people. Instead of reaching out, we abandon and look away, because those in power see some advantage to themselves so lead the sheep there. We remove our voice in some paradoxical promise that we will find more ears.
Well fuck Brexit and its small minded, enclosed proponents.
I am of Earth, humanity, European, British, English, Geordie. I hope one day I will be in a society that fully reflects that.
Why do we call it a “bathroom” when the bath is the probably the least used fitting in there?
I’ve reached the conclusion I consistently over estimate the intelligence of the general population
Heather and I swapped for a bit of history to continue our weekend’s adventure, catching a tube to the now bank infested docklands and the Museum of London Docklands.
Don’t think I’ve ever cheered a Supreme Court’s judge’s ruling before.