Passing stranger
The other day I visited a printing works. From a professional point of view it was fascinating to learn how the process works and why we prepare documents and magazines…
The other day I visited a printing works. From a professional point of view it was fascinating to learn how the process works and why we prepare documents and magazines…
While it may well be true that absolute power corrupts absolutely, it’s also true that the most comically tiny amounts of responsibility can often have the same effect. I’d like…
Everyone seems to look better with the colour stripped out. While I was strolling through Florence the other week, I came upon a black and white photo booth, tucked behind…
Last week I was in Florence. More of this another time, perhaps, though it already seems so long ago that I might as well never have been there. I didn’t…
It’s the little things…
Did anyone else used to have Pelham puppets? In our family they were the cross-generational toy. When my father and my auntie were young, their granny had a room in…
I’m going to Florence next week. A few days to stroll around a strange place on my own. I haven’t bought a guidebook, and my preparation thus far has been…
Writing about work is normally a bad idea, partly because you never know when Google is going to direct the wrong person to the wrong blog post, but mainly because,…
Wednesday is our inaugural office conker championships. Since I possess a vice and a drill, I have volunteered to prepare them for stringing, so today grown adults have been turning…
This morning I discovered this quote from Edward Gorey, and I rather like it. Presumably he was attempting to justify The Gashlycrumb Tinies, a book about dead children that works…