Thanks to Adliterate's dad for this.
Simple and common-sense, which always gets my vote.
Also something beautiful about old typewriter font.
I think that when new Planners come and work with me, I should give them this as part of the VCCP joining gumpf (spelling??) This is really how I should be held accountable as a manager.
I read recently that the UK has the lowest number of Bank Holidays in Europe; we only have 8 a year, compared to 12 in Italy, 13 in Austria and 14 in Spain. They have so many in France that they have lost count!
This is a petition to campaign for a new Bank Holiday on the Monday after Remembrance Sunday in November.
Add your name, and lets see whether Democracy 2.0 actually works! The idea of having a long holiday in the middle of cold, dark Autumn is certainly something that makes me smile.
I wonder if the Christian Shop is annoyed that they are next to a sexy undies shop?
And since when does an lingerie shop sell African CDs & DVDs?
When you're in Peckham I suppose.
A range odd mix of shops to say the least...
I read a survey last week. It was about "The Nation's Top Regrets." Apparently the three biggest regrets that Brits harbour are:
It got me thinking about stuff that I regret. I don't know much about therapy, but I imagine that once you face up and admit what you really regret you can sort it out. All of my major regrets centre on my time in the States, I was there from 24 - 30 so pretty formative years really.
1. Not travelling around odd bits of non-coastal America more.
I did quite a lot of exploring "real" America, but as I was single for a lot of my time in the States I was really nervous, not about travelling alone, but actually about driving a car alone and having to do things like map-read and park without moral and physical support.
2. Not dating more in New York.
I met Francois my lovely French husband in a bar on Avenue B so New York had its up-sides for me romantically, but for the first couple of years I was enjoying myself so much that I somehow forgot to date. The rules of dating all seemed so complex that it out me off a bit (in fact I wrote about this in a feature for FT) and anyway I was happy getting drunk with friends, staying out late and eating in grotty all-night diners.
3. Not writing more, or recording my time better
I wish that I had done more journalism about my time in New York, being part of the Internet boom and bust and being there for 9/11. I think that I was probably too busy living life to record life, I probably thought that it wouldn't be interesting to anyone else.
I really like the site Future Me and think that this could help dealing with and learning from past regrets. Future Me allows you to write and then send your Future You an email - you pick the date, it could be 1 year, 10 years, 20 years or more. You can send yourself an email about anything you like. I think that I need to send my Future Me an email to remind myself to not to worry so much - about map-reading, or understanding the rules of dating or about whether my thoughts and observations were interesting enough. Maybe it's a good lesson for Present Me as well as Future Me.
All over SE22, on every single street I walk down!!
Someone has trod in one turd too many...
Lucy was handed this £5 note at the weekend. The Queen has become a bearded nazi.
We think that drawing on the Queen might be a treasonable offence (like eating swans), is that right??
Out by the Thames last night - beautiful sight as 20 canoeists (is that spelt right right??) came silently down the river. My brother the photographer in pic asked them where they came come from, Shadwell they replied. Looking on Google this morning found their site, the Tower Hamlets Canoe Club who explore the Thames together every Tuesday evening. Think that I might have to sign up - what a fantastic way to see the city from a different vantage point.
A new Simpsons episode on Monday featured Brazilian football star Ronaldo, apparently in a bid to apologize to Brazilians who are fed up with the depiction of their country in the show. There is particular anger over an episode in which The Simpsons go to Rio only to discover that all men are bisexual, monkeys roam the streets and tourists are kidnapped by taxi drivers.
Brilliant.
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