An update: Things are gang aft agley, but sometimes it’s entirely my fault.
Nobody guessed, or nobody knew. Or nobody cared (much more likely). It’s Berwick-Upon-Tweed, taken from a moving train on the East Coast Main Line.
Sound, pictures, data… how many media formats do you have lying around?
It was never going to be my most-favourite year, but here’s the scores on the doors.
Another one of those random thought moments.
One of those random thoughts I have when at a loose end… how far do our two disciplines overlap?
If clothes maketh the man… I’m in trouble!
We can and should do both: but which is better?
No, not that sort. Actual baggage. Bags.
(You can tell it’s Sheffield because of the tram.)
Usually, I do my research and know exactly what I want. This time…
In the future we were supposed to have more free time. And yet…
Finally! A scientific reason why I’m always late.
Keeping track of your off-line thoughts.
Not the country, nor the state. You know me by now, don’t you?
A slightly daft way to say “I’ve been spring cleaning”.