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I read fbb’s blog – he writes about public transport information and stuff – and with each new post I worry: what if this time he’s cast his critical eye on my work? Well, the time finally came, and maybe the old buffer is right about the technology tail wagging the information dog and all that.
(It’s a shame he doesn’t know how to do hyperlinks – they’re such a fundamental part of the web that one normally calls them “links” to save time. He’s an older fellow, but in a way he’s bang up to date with the modern “link in bio” culture of screenshotting. And he embeds YouTube videos by downloading and re-uploading them, unintentionally obscuring their authorship – again, incompetence rather than malice I’m sure.)
(Reminds me: last month there was a parliamentary debate that was sort of about my laziness/failure to do my job properly. The week before, I’d had some confused/confusing questions from a parliamentary intern; I’d’ve tried harder to write better answers if I’d known there was a chance they might end up in Hansard.)
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A low-speed falling-off of the bike in the course of some industrial espionage. The main humblingly minor injury is a blistered middle finger tip, which impairs wiping and typing.
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Sam Campbell (h), the talented weird little guy (days before his debut on the only-good-thing-on-TV WILTY). Last year, when I saw him do ten excellent minutes, I found his material about hotels with swimming pools hard to relate to, but then mere days later I stayed in a nobby hotel where, sure enough, there were wet people in the lift.
I googled the Twickets user I bought my ticket from, and turns out they (and their house) were once the subject of an episode of Grand Designs – how interesting.
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📺 Criminal Record was good. (The Apple TV apps are surprisingly bad – the criminals of the world of piracy I used to watch Slow Horses somehow deliver a less frustrating user experience.)