It’s my birthday tomorrow, but after opening some of my presents on Saturday – new cycling shorts, new pants and socks, and Guy Martin’s second autobiography – I had one more parcel that my wife[…]
Month: November 2015
What I Learned This Weekend
I didn’t have much opportunity to learn things this weekend, because I spent a lot of it on an aeroplane, asleep. However, I gleaned a few insights: The whole of Colorado is higher than every[…]
The Program
This evening I went to see The Program, because there’s no better way to avoid jet lag than to sit in a darkened room, eschewing all natural light. (Although to be fair, if you’re going[…]
Waiting for takeoff
After a week in London, I’m abandoning my wife and kids for three weeks, flying back to the all-embracing heat of Singapore. I was amazed how empty Heathrow was. I suppose that most people don’t[…]
The Surprising Bliss Of Tottenham Court Road
Tonight I walked down to the Tottenham Court Road Tube station, which I was very impressed by. Long ago (well, a few years) Tottenham Court Road was horrendous: a series of cramped ticket barriers jammed[…]
Not wanting to go to work
I realise that I really, really hate commuting. In Singapore, if I leave the office at six, ten minutes later I’m home and able to play with the kids before their baths, and everyone is[…]
Discombobulated
I’m feeling a little bit wonky today. After getting home late from depressing tapas last night, I was up until after midnight, and then at 5:30 I had to get out of bed to take[…]
Viva Cafe Espana?
Tonight I met an old friend for dinner in Soho. We went to a tapas restaurant on Old Compton Street that had been good ten years ago. Unfortunately…
Hypocrisy is not a luxury good
Killing time in WHSmiths before boarding my train tonight, I saw the Daily Mail’s entire front page is a headline complaining about the hypocrisy of cinemas. This is because several large chains are not playing[…]
Things I learned this weekend
Jet lag is great for getting your kids to sleep. Not so wonderful for you when they wake up at stupid o’clock. I really do jump to conclusions much too quickly when there’s a bad[…]