A thought from what Douglas Adams calls “the long, dark, tea-time of the soul”.
15 column inches of fame
I gave an interview about me – though it wasn’t really about me.
J’ai, tu a, il a…
Ah, languages. Where would be be without them?
Snuggs and Smales and lost Boy(e)s
Yes… the family tree research continues!
The Beeston Poisoner
Cooking and baking are relaxing – I just don’t have enough people to practice on.
Six degrees of Facebook
Looking through my friends list, and my friends’ lists, one or two interesting connections pop up.
Facebook v Real Life
I still don’t know what the fuss is about. Facebook, I mean.
Man is the sum of his memories
Things are there to remind us of what we forget, but do they have a value of their own?
Democracy in action
Polling Day today – one of my favourite days in the calendar.
Think about it: it’s the only time you, the elector, is asked to actually take part in the political process. And it’s the one time you actually get to feel connected to political life. You walk to your local polling station, get your polling slip and cast your vote. Who needs postal voting? This is just so much more involving.
A long and winding road
Back to TASC with a dear friend, and we noticed a change…