Happy birthday, my Pixie, whichever Moon you are under
A little trip to the London Transport Museum Depot in Acton. It wasn’t obvious how much fun it would be beforehand but it turned out to be quite jolly. The place is filled with a truly ramshackle collection of random stuff. There was the remain of a spiral travellator found Continue reading …
Back near the beginnings of London’s underground transport system (which is mainly overground) the Metropolitan Line came into existence. Part its success was the genius idea to buy up the land around London through which the line was about to be extended and build houses on it, selling these to Continue reading …
An abortive traditional trip to Rochester Castle Continue reading
I’m really catching up with things here but back at the end of Heather and I went for a little trip up and across the country. Things didn’t exactly go to plan, but we did visit Chester, see Whitby and end up in Newcastle Continue reading
How should I measure time? In the days since we met? Since a kiss? In the days, the years (—years; how can it be years?) since you left? There is a date in my diary. It says Anniversary. I’m not sure either of us ever held it to be true Continue reading …
I recently , given what a safe Conservative constituency I live in and the stupidity of this country’s first past the post system. And yet today I did actually vote (not deliberately spoil a ballot paper, or abstain, but select a candidate and offer my support). So why the change Continue reading …
