
Autumn colours seen on the commute home from work: an open top Routemaster presumably heading back to the depot down the A2.
I’ve not posted here for (literally) years but thought I might give it another go, on the basis that the social media landscape has declined so much: Twitter/X is totally unpalatable (why are our elected representatives still using it?); Bluesky is ok for what it is, but a bit slow; Facebook just wants to relentlessly show me irrelevant content; and Instagram seems to serve up my photos to about five other people each time (though, unlike others, I still find it ok for looking at other photographers’ work).
I’m not going to go back and fill in the gaps of what I’ve been up to for the last three years, but I might post a few decent photos and notable events when I get the chance.
In the middle of this year I read Moby-Dick in an attempt to somewhat throw off the shackles of relentless vertical scrolling and, to an extent, it’s worked. I got through the books below in September, plus a late addition of Georges Simenon’s The Man From London. The fact that O2’s mobile data coverage has more or less ceased to work between my house and office during commuting hours has provided further motivation, it has to be said; there’s only so much satisfaction to be had from trying to guess American words and preferences on the NYT games.

Another thing of note since I last posted is that Charlton Athletic are now a Championship team: praise be! League One purgatory is over! For now! Unfortunate clashes between my holidays and the home fixtures meant Saturday’s game against Blackburn Rovers was my first men’s league game of the season; a 3-0 victory was a little unexpected but extremely welcome. The difference in speed and skill from League One is noticeable. Long may it continue.
