I like my job. But - and this is an unpopular opinion amongst most of my colleagues - I can’t help but feel our role should have been made redundant years ago. There should be idiot proof, super smart ticket machines in the booking halls capable of doing everything we can do and more. The … Continue reading Keeping Up With Driver Jones
For twelve months I wandered around with either my iPhone camera or my Fuji - or both - snapping away. Lazy snapping, mostly. I’d rate my efforts at capturing some nice photos last year as mediocre, and the results a little bit ‘meh’. Still, I have gathered twenty of the better shots - or at … Continue reading Best of 2022
Well. Twenty twenty two. That was quite a year. An absolute shambles of a year, many would say. It kicked off with soaring energy prices, followed up quickly with the Ruzzians invading their neighbor. Did anyone else notice how quickly the folk who have been fans of the US wannabe fascist in the 2016/20 White … Continue reading The New Year
It’s Christmas, not Easter, and so talk of the last supper should not be on a bloggers menu. But whilst Jesus may have had an inkling as to the where and when of his demise, for most of us it will come as a surprise. One minute everything is fine and dandy, and then the … Continue reading The Last Supper
Brixton is famed as the birth place of David Jones, later known as David Bowie. It was also the scene of some pretty serious race riots in the 80s. It has a large Afro-Caribbean community. But for me, it was always about one street and one artist, Eddy Grant. The first album I ever bought … Continue reading Electric Avenue
The Winter Wonderland is up and running in Bournemouth, ready for Christmas. All the old installations from last year have returned. There are some new ones too, including this tree. It’s the Kyiv Tree. A token of my town’s support for the beleaguered people of Ukraine who have been invaded by the armed forces of … Continue reading Kyiv Tree
I remember it well. At just gone 6pm, exactly three years ago, I pulled down the blind at the ticket office window. My working day was done. I went out the back door. It was a dark, damp evening. I lit up a cigarette. A Pall Mall Red, with a little menthol cartridge in the … Continue reading Three Years Quitversary
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