Far from the madding crowd
As the final hours of 2025 ebbed away, I sat on the sofa with a laptop, quietly lifting 22 years worth of blog posts into the air - to land them far from the...
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Boxing Day
After falling off the internet in recent days, I reached out to a few friends around the world this morning - wishing them a happy “Boxing Day”, and none of ...
Christmas Day
Somehow we’ve made it through Christmas in one piece.
Work, chores and strictly
It’s been a few days again. A few days since I last emptied my head into the keyboard. I’m not sure where the last week went, to be honest. Work, chores, and...
On the outside, looking in
I went to my other half’s work Christmas party as her “plus one” last night. It was interesting - being the person on the outside, looking in on the work fri...
In search of my lost tribe
I don’t recognise the internet any more. Walled cities have proliferated, filled with newcomers, settlers, and homesteaders - who invariably join each other ...
A Moveable Feast
It occurred to me this morning that I’m becoming invisible. As wave after wave of new generations enter the scene from stage left, I’m increasingly the fool ...
Unnecessarily Difficult
A few months ago I switched from Android to iPhone. In the process of doing so, somebody somewhere sold my phone number to a marketing moron, and before I kn...
The Glyptotek and Tivoli Gardens
Yesterday morning we set out bright and early for the “Glyptotek” - a vanity project built by Carl Jacobsen - the son of the founder of the Carlsberg breweri...
Oats, Harbours, Mermaids and Glogg
Today was very much a day of new things. A breakfast of overnight oats, a pilgrimage of sorts, a marching military band, a mermaid, an open sandwich and a gl...