
“Well, I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years, Doctor, and I’m happy to state I finally won out over it.” — Elwood P. Dowd, Harvey (1950)
While waiting 15 minutes (!) at the peak of rush-hour for a train one day this week, I had time to capture this view of the sky, including a few of the aircraft in it. London is served by five airports (Heathrow, Gatwick, Luton, Stansted and London City), and during the day at least, the sky is always full of aircraft. By holding my iPhone up to the sky, the Plane Finder AR app shows me each flight’s details in real-time. Incredible.


On the Internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.
But in the restaurant bar they do!

It’s a foggy, foggy day in you know where!
With apologies to George and Ira Gershwin—and Fred Astaire—who introduced their song in the 1937 film A Damsel in Distress.
I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I’ve knownA foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn’t passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.
Just watched the International Space Station pass directly over the UK. It was 263 miles up, travelling at approximately 17,000 miles per hour. In and out of sight in only 6 minutes. Amazing sight.
The following graffiti has been scrawled on the bottom of a platform sign at Gunnersbury Underground station:
To be joyous is to be like a madman in a world of dead ghosts.
Turns out it’s a misquote of Henry Miller, who apparently stated:
To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.
Silly mistake. Whoever heard of a dead ghost? Nevertheless, the scribe was obviously reasonably literate … for a vandal.
Ever wanted to live in Provence? There’s a charming, converted olive oil mill waiting for you in the heart of La Provence Verte.
Here’s one impression of it in summer:
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