I saw this sign on a broken door of a train in Paddington Station. The sub headline on the logo needs to be dropped on this particular notice. It’s a pre-printed form that is designed for when things are broken down.
Kind of belittles the mission statement.
Phwooor!
What a wonderful feeling – I’ve just deleted my account at facebook. They make it very hard for you.
“Your friends so and so will miss you…” photos attached, just to make you change your mind.
Face book is a drug. my posts, like everyone else’s posts were bragging. “look at me – look at what I’m doing now!” I felt bad enough doing it myself, but I’ve reached the point where I don’t want to know what kind of coffee someone has had this morning.
Many of my Facebook Friends are writers, who spend far too much time explaining why they aren’t writing. I feel like I’ve caught this disease from them. I always used to get down and work, but I found I was starting to flick onto face book to check out that everyone else was slacking so that I could give myself permission to do the same.
I’m not sure that I want my kids to know what I’m up to and not sure they want me to know what they are up to.
Some of my Face book Friends, I didn’t actually have any idea who they were. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable dropping in on their lives. It’s a dangerous machine and I am now rid of it.
I was a very early adopter on the internet. I’m beginning to think there are some disadvantages to all this wonderful eWorld we live in. It all goes too fast to make considered judgements. This is the start of my claiming back a bit of the analogue world.
I found this Pale Tussock Moth Caterpillar in, would you believe it – a tussock, while tidying up the garden this afternoon.
It’s wonderfully hairy and has a beautiful pink tail, the colour of a linnet’s chest. When it curls up to protect itself the spaces between the segments become very evident. The black marks are the darkest, most velvety black I think I have ever seen. My wife, Penny, said she thought they looked like Black Holes, and she was right. They are so dark, the seem not to have any bottom to them, as if you could stick something in there and it would disappear for ever
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