On the Isle of Mull

On a tour bus, lumbering along the winding and rain drenched roads across the Isle of Mull, off the west coast of Scotland. He’s taking photos through the condensation covered windows, she’s trying to sleep through her travel sickness. “It makes the landscape look like a rural version of a Turner painting” “Very good,” she…

We were tired in Whitstable

We were tired and fattened and half drunk from dinner, but the early evening was warm and calm. Before the train back to London, we walked down along the shore to catch the last light that Whitstable Bay could spare. It was beautiful. We could have spent the night sleeping right there on the sand, but she’d already paid for the return tickets.

During this cold London weather, let’s draw up closer and huddle round a nice warm tube line.

With the overreaction this city (and country) is showing to over cold weather, I wouldn’t be surprised if they endeavoured to label the wind a terrorist threat next. I swear to hearing two old ones on the bus, reminiscing about the Great Fire of London they were. All the way home from work this evening…

The Plan

I happened upon this sign in my office kitchen this afternoon. I did a bit of snooping online and found that some have referred to this document as the Genesis of Shit. I thought it was mildly amusing so took a photo. Enjoy: You can now follow my adventures on Instagram here.  

What will happen?

The bods at Camden Road Station are getting creative and have left a small conundrum for us to think about over the weekend. Share your thoughts in the comments and I will pass on the wittiest/best answer to the guy at the station on Monday morning. I will also, of course, post the answer to…