Week 239
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Anonymously reported to the council a broken button at a pedestrian crossing. Iâd seen people standing there for ages waiting for the lights to change, apparently not having noticed that the light that lights up when you press the button hadnât lit up when theyâd pressed the button.
Crossing the road just a day or so later, I pressed the button and the light illuminated immediately ⌠so I think it had fixed itself. Perhaps repeated presses and/or rain had loosened the mechanism or something like that. (Remembering the trouble with my kettle, maybe you need to strike the button aggressively at just the right angle.) And I feel ashamed for having wasted the councilâs time with a non-problem, but I hold out hope that it was actually their shit-hot team who sprung into action and fixed it.
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Twice to London and back. Once to Off Menu at the Royal Albert Hall â I had no memory of buying a ticket, so itâs lucky that their system sends an email the morning before the event. Now they know how many pathetic losers/podcast listeners it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
Everyone rightly moans about how shit their local train operating company is, so can I take a moment to shout out the rock-solid reliability, the sickening punctuality of Greater Anglia? (Between the first and second trip, so I only got fleeced once, I learnt about their significantly cheaper summertime âhare faresâ, only available from the Greater Anglia branded website and app, an offer which (and by extension summer) ends tomorrow apparently.)
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Things forgotten from weeks gone by:
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Peering through the window of the local One Stop shop, I noticed plastic cups attached to all the bottles of wine â what an ingenous idea for a shop thatâs on the way to the railway station, a free plastic cup to drink your wine out of on the train. Itâs the continental way, isnât it? But of course they were those anti-theft devices more usually seen on bottles of spirits.
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BaaderâMeinhof phenomeon of the week: Boygenius. Itâs true what they say, you know youâre getting older when
police officerssupergroups seem younger. -
âJust been tossing the pill about with Chuggsy a little bitâ
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