Buried in one drawer are some clothes I really don't know what to do with. Four t-shirts. Four branded t-shirts. Four t-shirts with the logo of an employer on them.
The mysterious MP3 that’s not so mysterious any more (or how I found out what some music was with a little help from people on the internet)
With so much information at our fingertips, it’s easy to believe that the internet has everything on it. Well almost everything. You won’t find out how many pairs of socks are in my drawer. But near enough everything you’d want to know. So when you discover a gap in the collective knowledge of the internet, it feels rather strange.
I recently had a mystery. An unknown MP3. But what was the MP3 of? And how could I find out? I don't know. Do you?
About a month or so I was in the kitchen looking at a recipe book for bread, because I was feeling a little bored. I was in a breadmaking rut. And it was time to do something different. It was time to make a sourdough starter.
I went up to our acting boss in February 2015 and told her I would soon be leaving London for Manchester. I implied I'd be resigning. Cos that was what I was planning to do. My job was in London. I was moving to Manchester. It made sense. But that wasn't to be. Instead, I started working from home.
It started with a tweet. And ended with a Google search and a fire engine. Also there's some pointless witting on about stuff. Look, it will waste a few minutes of your time, that's the best I can offer.
A brief history of local government, Olympians and Paralympians, No Diving signs and an in-depth discussion on swimming pool design changes since the 1980s.
I know! Even MORE about all the swimming pools I've been to! It's just mad! But this one talks about youth, bright blue walls, wave machines, and more. What else could you ask for?
Every now and then, I have a dream. Well not a dream. A version of a specific dream.It involves us having moved into a large house at some point. And there's loads of junk and stuff left from previous owners. There's a room that needs sorting out. A room we never use because it's full of stuff.
Don't say you didn't think this one was coming. Especially not after an extensive blog post about how I track all the swimming I do. Yes, it's every swimming pool I've been in since 2015! Well, in London anyway.