On this day, 10 years ago, I landed in London. I landed without a plan, other than wanting to do something a bit different with my life. Lots of things have changed for me. I own property. I have a
Thought for the day: Relativity
One minute is calibrated in length by the number of oscillations a Caesium atom makes at a laboratory in France somewhere*. However, the subjective length of a minute is different to: – a person waiting a minute for their train
The Jason B. Standing end of 2012 newsletter
Ordinarily I’d eschew the “Parish Newsletter” format – however the simple fact is I’ve done bugger all in the way of blogging this year, and it’s certainly not been due to any lack of activity at this end! The dearth
Is this about the time of year I usually apologise for falling miles behind on bloggery? I just re-read that Edinburgh post from about 3 weeks back and realised that the promised forthcoming detail entirely wasn’t… but it’s not a
Discussion: Alternative Voting
Anyone waiting for buses recently in Vauxhall would have seen a fairly imposing billboard, and it’s the sort of thing which signals to me that I must be getting older, because instead of not giving 2 shits about it, seeing
The farmer takes a wife, the barber takes a pole.
Whilst perambulating about the lovely city of Bristol the other day we stumbled past a reasonably fetching barber shop. Stumbled upon isn’t quite the right word. We weren’t really stumbling at that point of the evening, so it’s not like
Someone really should set up a museum of museums. Y’know, a sort of look through the ages (or at least since the 17th Century, when wikipedia would have you believe musea started to pop up) at the different ways in
This time machine’s taking longer than expected…
Wow. I just checked to see what blog entries I’d left unfinished lately, and spotted one from early May detailing how I’d been too busy to write about anything and giving dotpoints of the sort of thing that’s been going
Happy Me Day!
I tell ya what, if ever you’re feeling short of the luuuurve I can definitely recommend signing up with a Facebook account, and having a birthday. My inbox today looks a little like this: You guys seriously rock. It’s humbling,
So much fun it makes your eyeballs hurt.
I’m still here, don’t panic. Once again the ever present problem rears its head where there’s so much going on and so many cool things to do & people to see that there’s not time to blog about any of