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To Liverpool, where I stayed for longer than expected – given the railways’ advice not to travel in the hot sticky heat, ignoring their advice would have been rude and looked like I was unkeen to spend more time with my da.
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Something I think about sometimes is how I remember seeing it jokingly speculated that Robert Slimbach, the prolific type designer of Arno, Minion, Warnock etc. fame, wasn’t even a real person, and his fonts were the work of a dozen faceless Adobe employees. And so it may be with Ray Stenning, the designer of most of the snazziest bus and train liveries and interiors of the last 40 years – he’s real, I once bumped my head on a low ceiling in front of him, but I hope he has some help from all the staff of his design agency. This has little to do with anything that happened this week, except that his pawprints are all over the new Metro electric buses, some of which finally entered service while I was in the area, cool.
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The journey home. Peterborough station was absolutely rammed and I was glad that I’d set off early and wasn’t trying to go to or through London.
All the while I had a Ritter Sport Cornflakes in my bag, and I shouldn’t have been surprised that it melted, enrobing various items – a sock, a loose AirPod – in sumptuous milk chocolate that I’m afraid looked like a dirty protest. Apparently the Sport is because it’s just the right size to fit in the pocket of a sport jacket, unlike a Range Rover Sport or a Land Rover Discovery Sport or a Suzuki Swift Sport.