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Only a few days until Christmas and each day there are less people on the trains and less people at the office. I love that feeling of thinning out.
It’s like every day more people decide that that’s it, the year’s over for me. There’s a sense of weariness about people this year. Like they really need a rest. I know I do.
There have been a few words that I’ve come to loathe when I see them in articles and blogs. Not because they aren’t good words but because they’ve ceased to be used as words to convey a meaning and are now just sign posts to signal a movement or trend.
They are:
I’m sure that there are many more, but those are the ones that irritate me the most. I find that they just get used for no reason anymore, and then have no meaning whatsoever.
It’s fair to say that I’m a creature of routine. I like my routines. They help me make sense of the world. That’s what struck me the other day. It is just that.
My routines aren’t just convenient but are a method of translating the world into what makes sense and is understandable for me. When they’re broken or have to change it makes life more confusing.
Haven’t had a porter for ages, and this one was lovely.
I found all my copies of the Unknown Public today. I’d forgotten about them for the most part, so I may decide to re-listen to the entire collection from January.
I wish that the Unknown Public hadn’t finished. It was such a good idea. It was meant to be a quarterly publication about new music. I don’t think it ever managed to be quarterly. At best you might see 2 a year published. It started in the 1990’s and is long gone now although the website still exists. As far as I can see it hasn’t been updated in a long time now, but never mind. The editions I have are still lovely.
Well it’s snowing in Surrey this morning, or at least it was and almost certainly there’ll be problems with travel as a result. Some times I wish it would either be real heavy snow which looks lovely or nothing. Let’s see how it goes.
Yesterday the train services were messed up, and for a very sad reason, but I won’t go into that. But because of that I had to walk home part of the way, which was actually quite nice. It’s funny walking around places that you normally drive through. It changes the way you look at the area and you notice things in a completely different way.
Whilst I was walking back I noticed people’s Christmas decorations, or lack of them. It was interesting to see the two extremes. Some people had really gone for it and done a fine job (or not so fine in some cases). It seemed to me that some houses had been decorated very tastefully and some not so tastefully, but there were lots of houses with no decorations.
For at least two weeks now I’ve been trying to think of this word. I couldn’t remember is at all. It was lost. To me anyway. I kept thinking of the word mercurial. But it isn’t the same. Not at all.
So now I’ve been reunited with the word capricious again. And what a lovely word it is.
A sad day yesterday as we saw the very last of London’s bendy buses ride the streets. Dear Borris has decided that they should be no more and has got rid of them. But then should we really expect decent decision making form him. I don’t think so. Why anyone voted for him in the first place is still beyond me.
He’s made London a sadder place again. Nice one Borris. Keep it up. What do you expect though, he probably doesn’t even know what a bus is for.
My ticket from the Blancmange gig last week. Great night out. Great band.
I am Ashley Elsdon 