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I live in a wonderful part of the world called Harrow on the Hill. It’s rich with history: eight British Prime ministers were educated at the school here, and the church on the top of the hill, St. Mary’s, dates back to 1094. Another feature on the Hill has been the scaffold on the High Street,…
I’ve been going to the gym on and off for many years. Sometimes, I was training just for the hell of it, other times to support my sporting goals (for some time I did Kyokushinkai karate). I started off training at the rather excellent Riverside Gym in Hampton Court. The owner, Myles, has achieved great…
Whilst having lunch in Covent Garden with friends over the weekend, we noticed a few people dressed as bees handing out flyers. I thought I’d get a photo with one of them, posing as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, even though there are so many things wrong with this picture… The guy…
I’m an alumnus of the LSE. I get invited to gatherings there quite frequently, but I’ve managed to miss going for years because I’ve usually been travelling for work or just working too far away to get to an event there on time. I’m now working in central London, just around the corner from the…
It snowed heavily on the weekend. Forecasts elicited panic-buying and dog-eat dog behaviour, as people desperately prepared for Armageddon. When the TV cut out at around midnight, things felt a little dramatic until we realised that it was just that the satellite dish was snowed under. The next morning was glorious, so camera in hand, we took…
The Brits love to talk about the weather. That’s because it’s so varied: you sometimes need to pack for all four seasons in a day. The other reason the weather’s such a hot topic is because moaning about the weather is also a national pastime. Colleague of mine who have come over from the States…
I was in a rush to get to work yesterday morning. I had a tonne of jobs to do before a meeting mid-morning, but I had to stop and look after a dog I found in the street, just minutes from my front door It was bin collection day and the dog was ripping open…
Children are delightful. I can’t help but smile when, on the way to work, I see kids playing in the playground. Sadly we’ve developed a paranoia about children. Victorian values taught that they should be seen and not heard, but now it seems they should not been heard or seen. An indicative trend at the…
It’s every cat owner’s nightmare: you get a lie-in because the moggy isn’t pawing at your face at 5am to be fed. In fact, you don’t see the cat for the whole day. Then two, then four. You start to fret. You worry that the worst has happened. Perhaps his death was mercifully quick? You decide…
I was wondering when I’d feel inspired to blog something. So here goes. Rebecca and I were out looking for our lost foster cat, Piper. We’d leafleted our neighbourhood and had a call from a neighbour who had spotted him in the fields nearby. Sadly we didn’t find him, although a very cute tortoiseshell followed…
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