Future sea cows
So, I had this really weird dream last night (come to think of it, we also had late-night sausage & cheese sandwiches! THE CORRELATION IS PRESENT!), where the Earth was starting to run really low on habitable space. A technology had been developed so that people could choose to live underwater if they wanted, and…
Awwwww, that’s nice.
New Farmers Union Iced Coffee ad, which it tediously turns out is only watchable from Australia. So while I’ve got the opportunity, I’m watching the shit out of it.
You can pick anything off this shelf… between these books and these teddy bears, but not the pencils.
Like many people in London, I’m signed up to various “daily deals” provider emails. Generally they’re a thinly-veiled way to squeeze money out of people by offering discounts on implausibly priced products, however every now & again something drifts by that’s reasonable or fits within a plan that was already happening anyway. The deal to…
Anatomy of a walk to work
Following on from the gripping photo-documentary I did of walking from my hotel to the bus stop in Shimla a few years ago I thought I’d do a similar exercise concerning my daily walk to work. I’m always fascinated by photographing the mundane, because it’s only mundane at the time and your circumstances may change…
Social mathematics?
To be honest I don’t fully remember who was responsible for this – my memory’s telling me that it could have been Tristan, or Alex. Back at the tender age of 13-15ish I used to do quite a lot of ten pin bowling, and every Saturday morning mum would drive me down to Cross Road…
The Tun’s the one! (That’s Tun 1401, son)
I was always crap at origami. Every creation from my fingertipes has ended up a torn, skewed interpretation of what could have been delicate and graceful – a bull with miniscule front legs that make a T-Rex guffaw with superiority, or a swan that looked like it had been thrown down a stairwell. A subtle,…
If whisky burns the throat, you’re probably drinking it too fast.
If whisky burns the throat, you’re probably drinking it too fast.:
I was wondering if anybody I knew had written this piece on Vijay Mallya’s whisky (mis)fortunes, until reading this gem of sensory analysis: “A recent sampling by The Independent of both Bagpiper and Officer’s Choice could discern little difference between the two – both burned the throat.”