Heatwave sunshine, island travel, good food, and calm disruption recovery.
Week commencing Monday, 18 May 2026
Rush Hour at Osborne House
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 6/7; Exercise 5/7 and Move 6/7. (%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 1/5. Total steps: 57,681. 14.7 hours in meetings.
Life
At the start of the week, I noticed the sun, which was a good indication of what was to come by the end of the week. On Monday, I was frustrated that I wasn’t up early enough to get out for a walk and enjoy it, but by the end of the week,I was enjoying the heatwave.
Andy Burnham, the well-regarded Mayor of Greater Manchester, was, this week, confirmed as the Labour Party’s candidate for the Makerfield by-election, due to be held next month. Why would you want to go from something a lot of people think you’re good at to something nobody will like you for, no matter how good you are?
The Office for National Statistics confirmed that net migration to the UK fell to 171,000 in the 12 months to the end of December 2025. Despite the figures, research published on the same day found that most of the public believed migration had risen, with only 16% aware that it had, in fact, fallen.
Friday, I headed to the station for what was supposed to be a straightforward journey to the Isle of Wight: train to Waterloo, onward to Portsmouth Harbour, then the ferry. The train out of Raynes Park was slow through the early stops but picked up speed after Earlsfield, which seemed good.
Related, London Waterloo was not good. A tree had come down on the line somewhere near Walton-on-Thames, and the knock-on effect was considerable. Everything was delayed, nothing was clear, and the app eventually informed us that our tickets could be used tomorrow instead. We made a quick decision: forget tonight, go tomorrow, do something else this evening. No stress.
Hence, frozen margaritas in the evening sun on the South Bank. Lovely.
So, Saturday to the Isle of Wight. The beach was busy. We managed to get a table at The Dell, where we had a few drinks and watched the world – including a couple of cruise ships – go by.
Sunday, to Osborne House. Although we have visited the house in the last five years, it was subject to COVID restrictions back then, and this time, the upstairs apartments were open, which we’d not been able to see before.
The weekend highlight was dinner at the Smoking Lobster. We started with a delicious tomato salad and the monkfish bao buns. My sea bass main was seared skin-side, with just the right amount of flake on the fish side; PY’s tuna was cooked to perfection, pink in the middle.
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The final episode of Race Across the World. It makes me want to travel and see more of the world. They did 51 days’ travelling, which is impressive: 12,000 miles from Palermo, Sicily, to Hatgal, by Lake Khövsgöl in Mongolia.
A witty week of quizzes, Eurovision, playlists and Korean food.
Week commencing Monday, 11 May 2026
Six by Nico’s Seoul tasting menu — ten courses, one city.
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 5/7; Exercise 3/7 and Move 4/7. (57%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 1/5. Total steps: 39,620. 17.5 hours in meetings.
Life
Pub quiz Monday, and we came seventh. PY asked me if I thought all pub quizzes were like the one at The Alexandra. I said that I assumed most British pub quizzes are like ours: mainly social, only partly a trivia contest, and predominantly an excuse to spend two hours in a pub arguing over the name of an actor nobody can quite place.
I admit I only came up with the last bit of that line while writing my diary this week. It didn’t actually cross my lips when I was asked.
I watched the Eurovision semi-final live on Tuesday. Of the six songs I thought were the best, San Marino (featuring an appearance by Boy George) and Estonia failed to qualify. We had to watch Thursday’s on catch-up.
Relatedly related, to a small party on Saturday to watch the songs. A lovely evening, and what seemed like a nail-biting finish. Bangaranga!
ChatGPT made me a playlist for the Isle of Wight Festival, uploaded it to Apple Music, and explained why it had selected the songs: “It is less a tasteful critic’s guide than a data-led greatest hits tour of the line-up.”
Thursday’s dinner was at Six by Nico for the ten-course Seoul tasting menu. Everything was great, but the main courses were fantastic. Black pollock in a Seoul Korean sauce with mussel, clam and ssamjang was outstanding, and the Korean fried chicken — which sounds straightforward enough — was superb. I would happily have eaten considerably more of it.
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Race Across the World, episodes six and seven. At one point, I welled up a bit. Almaty looked very impressive. Mongolia looks deserted.
There was a lot of chatter in the news about the prime minister and whether he would be challenged. I really liked reading former MP Tom Watson’s take on everything, especially his description of how journalists can get themselves worked up about shenanigans: “You can hear the tremor in journalists’ voices whenever a Prime Minister starts to wobble. Nick Robinson’s voice climbed two semitones this week, and accelerated into that special Today programme register reserved for wars, resignations and arrests.”
Eurovision, once a source of light-hearted entertainment, is now embroiled in political controversy.
Nul Points for Subtlety, Douze Points for the T-Shirt
Tonight, I’m going to a small party. We’ll eat, drink, and chat while 25 songs play in the background. As the night goes on, we’ll tune in more closely for the finale, when the world votes and someone wins a trophy. Yes, it’s Eurovision time.
For as long as I can remember, Eurovision has been a regular part of my spring, not because I take it seriously, but because I don’t. Or maybe I take it seriously in a not-so-serious way, if that makes sense. But this year feels a little different.
I remember watching Johnny Logan, Bucks Fizz, and Bardo (still my favourite) back in the 1980s. By the 90s, when Ireland kept winning, we’d throw parties in our university flats—mostly as an excuse to drink and laugh at the bad songs. That was the fun of Eurovision.
In the years since then, it’s got bigger. More countries, qualifying rounds, and adjacent cultural showcases. And, for the host country, a week or more of events, stadium-filling crowds, excitement, and expense.
Back in the 80s and 90s, the big Eurovision controversy was what we called “political voting”—the idea that countries voted for their neighbours and friends instead of the best song. Terry Wogan talked about it more and more, especially after the UK got its first nul points in 2003, and it became the main story in the British media. By 2008, I was frustrated enough to write something in response. The Scandinavians had always voted for each other. We always expected Ireland to vote for the UK, and vice versa. It wasn’t corruption; it was just neighbourliness, shared musical tastes, and cultural ties. Eurovision academics (yes, they exist) have mostly agreed, finding that what looks like political vote-trading is usually honest voting based on quality and cultural closeness, not politics. Greece and Cyprus giving each other twelve points is no more suspicious than Ireland and the UK doing the same. As I called it then, it was “wonderfully silly entertainment in the best sense.”
Maybe, as we get close to the 70th show, that old innocence is gone. In 2021, I missed the show, but when I got home from dinner, I learned James Newman didn’t get a single point. In 2022, Sam Ryder’s Spaceman brought us a fantastic second place. Then, in 2024, I was annoyed to see people online go back to the usual complaints after Olly Alexander’s Dizzy didn’t do well, even though we almost won just two years earlier.
But 2026 in Vienna is a whole new situation. Five countries — Spain, Slovenia, Iceland, Ireland, and the Netherlands — have withdrawn from the competition (and, in some cases, won’t be broadcasting it) in protest at Israel’s inclusion, representing the largest politically motivated withdrawal in Eurovision’s history. The 2024 winner, Nemo, returned their trophy after Israel was cleared to participate. There is military-style security around the venue. There is organised booing whenever the contest’s executive supervisor appears on screen. Broadcasters cited a “blatant double standard” by the EBU, drawing comparisons to the swift 2022 suspension of Russia. I don’t know if I agree or not, but it’s a serious argument, and serious arguments are what Eurovision was never meant to be about.
The difference from our old complaints is striking. What we called “political voting” was really just people feeling warmly toward their neighbours. That kind of politics isn’t really politics; it’s just being human. This year, politics means something else. The contest is being asked to judge a war and decide whether singing for three minutes makes someone complicit.
I still believe in the silliness of Eurovision, in our cupcakes and cocktail menus and the terrible interval acts. But I find myself thinking back to chiding Sir Terry Wogan for losing his sense of humour over Denmark voting for Sweden. How quaint that all seems. How I wish that were still the most political thing about it.
Volunteering, politics, table tennis and Wembley brought a lively week.
Week commencing Monday, 4 May 2026
Cheeky graffiti marks the end of Starlight Express at Wembley.
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 6/7; Exercise 2/7 and Move 4/7. (57%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 0/4. Total steps: 35,862. 14.8 hours in meetings.
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More table tennis volunteering on Bank Holiday Monday. The competition moved into the knockout rounds, but the draw was announced late on Sunday night, so nobody was expecting a big influx of people supporting the teams playing. There were still four tables in play at all times, but there wasn’t a very big crowd, and neither of the positions I was given had much traffic.
Wednesday, I attended a drinks event with some interesting people, but I really should’ve left after we’d had the drinks and not gone to the pub afterwards. We ended up across the road at Flight Club until midnight.
Polling day on Thursday brought some good news for PY, but early results pointed to a historic collapse in Labour’s support, so bad news for Keir.
Saturday, back at Wembley. There was a new location, courtside, by the expensive seats. I wasn’t mad keen to spend time right down by the tables because one wrong move could throw somebody’s game, and that would have been bad.
Finals day opened with a bit of a show. We were in the arena for the rehearsals before the public was let in. There was a lot of pyrotechnics involved. It looked impressive when it was performed in front of what they said was a sell-out crowd. Certainly, the seats around us were very busy, which made the volunteering session go by quickly.
After the shift, we stayed until we were certain China’s women’s team had it in the bag.
On the way home, I noticed the graffiti on the Starlight Express signs. I thought it was quite moving.
Oh, and home for the men’s final. Thrilling game; China won. I can only imagine the noise in the arena. I was disappointed the BBC cut the feed before the medals.
Nostalgia, volunteering, food experiments, and sociable moments shape the week.
Week commencing Monday, 27 April 2026
World-class table tennis lands at Wembley
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 5/7; Exercise 4/7 and Move 4/7. (62%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 1/5. Total steps: 46,862. 17 hours in meetings.
Life
I tried batch cooking on Monday. Unfortunately, my timings all went wonky. We ended up eating a pasta dish while some aubergine slices were cooking in the oven, and I spent most of the evening doing Tuesday’s dinner.
It’s a nogalia-fest this week. In Shrewsbury last weekend, I found a plastic bag marked ‘radio autograph cards’ containing about 100 DJ promotional cards from various radio stations in the 1980s, many from broadcasters I would never have heard. I thought they were an interesting time capsule, so I wrote about them.
Then there’s the Television and Radio 1983 book: a snapshot of an era when the UK had just launched a fourth television channel and breakfast telly was heralded as the next exciting development.
Relatedly, the book mentions a television relay near Tintagel in Cornwall that was built using wind, solar, and batteries as an experiment, which struck me as a green agenda way ahead of its time.
Thursday, I avoided one work-related drink to attend another: the usual mixture of putting the world to rights and losing track of how many pints of lager had gone by.
It’s 100 years since a table tennis federation was formed. On Saturday, it was my first volunteer shift at ITTF World Team Table Tennis Championships Finals, London 2026 at Wembley. I was initially positioned far in the corner, near the practice courts, with a lady who knew all about the Chinese team, the world leaders in the sport, and was very excited whenever she saw one of their players. In fact, most of the crowd around me was.
Dinner with friends on Saturday night meant I was happy for the slightly later start for volunteers on Sunday. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I don’t know any of the big stars who are getting all the fan attention, so if they came to sit where I was on the door, everybody got the same “hello”.
I recently found more history in my parents’ loft: the 1983 edition of the IBA’s Television and Radio book.
The IBA’s 1983 guide to independent broadcasting, preserved.
Following yesterday’s nostalgia fest, I recently found more history in my parents’ loft: the 1983 edition of the IBA’s Television and Radio book. They used to publish one of these every year, providing an insight into the world of independent, not commercial, television and radio. Reading it now, it feels like a time capsule from a different era of broadcasting that seems familiar but, somehow, a bit off.
What’s most interesting about this edition is that it covers the birth of Channel Four (which came on air the month before publication, in November 1982) and the launch of TV-am, which followed in February 1983. It tells us that the senior presenting team at TV-am will be “informal and conversational”, while Channel Four is required to be complementary to ITV to avoid competing for ratings. The book is full of material about ITV shows. It was the era of ‘Tales of the Unexpected’, ‘The Gentle Touch’, and ‘The Jewel in the Crown’, ‘World in Action’ and ‘News at Ten’. I think only the last of those remains on screen regularly.
The word ‘soaps’ is not used; they are referred to as drama serials, which feels out of step with how television executives would discuss them today. The book says that “a tremendous amount of skill and thought needs to be put into a drama serial to make it so abidingly popular’, and we still regularly have Crossroads and Crown Court on the telly, while the word Farm remains firmly attached to Emmerdale.
What’s clear is that this is from an era when television had to be a bit of everything: plays, drama, serials, science, religion, children, light entertainment, and the arts. Yet, in the book’s introduction, we learn that the pace of technology development is quickening and the arrival of direct broadcast satellite services “now seems a likelihood for the middle of the decade” – and what a change to the broadcasting landscape that would bring. We’d end up with channels dedicated to every conceivable genre of programming.
The Original Broadcast Postcode Lottery
There are 47 local radio stations listed in the book; many were yet to launch, and the Humberside, Maidstone, and Reigate services had only just been advertised, with no contractors selected. One struck me as odd: Northside Sound was listed for Londonderry, and, given I consumed everything I could about the world of local radio at the time, I was surprised that I couldn’t recall it. The forums at Digital Spy suggest that “Northside Sound failed to raise sufficient capital for its launch,” and that the frequencies were served by neighbouring Downtown Radio. Back in 1983, I would have proudly said I could name every independent local radio station. Perhaps that’s not true.
The book is full of behind-the-scenes technical information; I think the technical standards were paramount and, possibly, more important than the content to the public service mindset. I read that a television relay near Tintagel in Cornwall was built using wind, solar, and batteries as an experiment, which strikes me as a green agenda way ahead of its time. The text service that used to accompany commercial television, Oracle, has a couple of pages devoted to it. In 1983, this was very much cutting-edge technology.
What strikes me most, however, is not the memory of programmes or services provided, but the tone of the book. It’s very much from the era when broadcasting was a public service. All the radio and television companies were contractors to the IBA, which was ultimately responsible for regulation and transmission and answerable to Parliament for everything broadcast. The market was not necessarily the primary driver for these services. The world has moved on; we now prize competition and choice over fewer, broader services. We have more ways to receive content than ever. At over forty years old, this book is a wonderful snapshot of a time when television and radio were run for the public good.
When I was in Shrewsbury last weekend, at the house I grew up in, I ventured into the loft to rummage through some tea chests still stored there. They’re proper old-fashioned tea chests and were used to pack our belongings when we moved in the early 1980s. They make great storage boxes in the loft, and still seem solid and robust to this day.
As I rummaged, I found a plastic bag all sealed with sellotape marked ‘radio autograph cards’. I have no recollection of this bag, so I opened it and uncovered almost 100 DJ cards; the kind of thing that radio stations would send out when somebody wrote in asking for a DJ’s autograph. To this day, there’s a box behind where I work containing radio cards from stations I used to listen to regularly. But this set was different.
What struck me about this group was that there are 14 radio stations represented in the collection, from Northsound Radio at the top of Scotland, via Pennine Radio, Radio Trent, Chiltern (Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire, Hertfordshire, Buckinghamshire), County Sound, Radio Mercury around London, to Invicta Sound on the south coast. None of those stations could be received where I lived. There are cards from Red Rose, Signal and Beacon, which I could hear but didn’t listen to that often, but the vast majority were of people I never listened to on stations I never heard. And yet, the stations would still send these out to any radio fanatic who wrote a letter. As a kid, I thought it was amazing to get all the cards from across the country.
I should note it’s not 100 unique cards; there is some duplication, but not a lot. They’re all more-or-less A6-sized, although I can’t work out why 2CRs are taller than all the others, and Pennine Radio’s smaller. Although Pennnie’s are co-branded ‘Yorkshire Radio Network‘, which dates them back to sometime between 1987 and 1989, if this rather sparse Wikipedia page is to be believed. They are also the only ones where you can peel off the back and stick Tim Finlay, or any other presenter of choice, to something.
I suspect they are all from around that time. It’s fun to look back at them now and see what they tell us about the world in the 80s.
The majority are black and white, but Invicta, Red Rose and some Signal cards are in colour, so cost is a major concern when you’re printing thousands of these things to hand out from reception or on roadshow days. Some are stiffer card or better paper stock, some have a bit of a glossy feel, while Mercia’s Jeff Harris is in full colour, but on a folded bit of paper with an ad for Prontaprint branches around the Coventry area on the front. Signal stuck an ad for Pennie Kitchen Studios (“North Staffs Biggest & Best Kitchen Specialists”) on the back of some of them, whereas Red Rose have a 7Up sponsor logo and a “photograph by Images of Preston” on theirs, which might explain how they can invest in full-colour cards.
Many are blank on the back; I guess one-sided printing was cheaper. The Chiltern group cards have a mini biography on the reverse, and it’s how I know Martin Collins’ hobbies include water skiing and holidays, and that Paul McKenna was a 23-year-old bachelor when the photo was taken, with no mention of hypnotism. Radio Mercury uses the reverse to promote a list of available station souvenirs, from ballpoint pens and headphone bugs to “tee shirts” and “sweat shirts”, but sadly no prices, which would be fascinating to read today. The reverse of all the Invicta cards is laid out like a proper postcard with space for a message and an address, and a square in the top right for the stamp. I wonder if, when rebelling on the pirate ships, Roger Day thought he might end up as a photograph on the front of a postcard? I wonder who got posted around Kent more, Roger, or Julie Jambuster (was that her real name)?
Roger Day wears a tie in that photo, as do a good number of the presenters, which I think shows that the 1980s still thought professionalism meant a tie. Signal Radio’s Alex Roland is sporting the uniform of most 80s radio presenters, the silk-effect bomber jacket with his name embroidered on the front. Red Rose’s Keith Macklin is in a suit, but perched on the side of a stand at what I assume is some local football stadium. Anton Andrews, of the same station, is photographed on top of a tank, his colleague Sally Moon, whistfully looking back, on a chair, while Derek Wbster is in front of a road sign, holding a map. I wonder what that had to do with his presentation of Just The Tonic? Red Rose’s John Gillmore is the only one to have a comedy photograph, with the front of the card showing his back and his beaming face printed on the reverse, “Yes, it’s Gilly!”
Of course, a good few people are pictured in radio studios. 2CR’s Sally Winter is in front of the control desk answering the phone, while Northsound’s Bobby Hain is also in front of a desk but not pretending to be on the telephone. His very thin tie shouts 1980s. Chiltern’s Tom Hardy, “lives in Luton and is Head of Music,” and his “family man” colleague, Bill Young, are both pictured with a pair of industry-standard Beyerdynamic headphones around their necks. Any self-respecting radio presenter of the period would have at least one headshot with those headphones in their collection.
At the time, all the names would have been known locally, but I would have known very few of them. Some, like Mercury’s Ed Stewart and the aforementioned Roger Day, were big stars from other stations earlier in their careers. Others, like Chiltern’s Collins and McKenna, would go on to have national platforms, and more are very well-known names in the radio industry. Only one is not of a real person. County Sound’s Brewster Mouse looks delightful in the photo on the card, but in a picture somebody posted to Facebook, it’s human-sized and dwarfs small children, and I can’t see how that wasn’t terrifying.
While I called this post “Autograph Cards,” very few are autographed, though a small number are. There’s a “best wishes” and a “love”, and most look genuinely signed. County Sound’s Mark Walker either had a pen that matched the print’s blue colour, or it was part of the card.
But, I think, the only card that truly meets expectations, a solid black and white photograph, decent paper stock, no sponsor branding and taken in front of the pile of station “carts” and, most importantly, is personalised with an “all the best Jonathan” is Northsound’s Mike Holloway. I’m sorry I lived too far south to ever hear you across Aberdeen, Mike, but thanks for taking the time to make my day. Because I know for sure, whatever these cards look like now, back when I opened the envelope to see them, they were, to me, better than getting that missing Panini soccer sticker.
Today’s question is, “Are they worth preserving?” They are a snapshot of a bygone era. There must have been thousands of these in circulation. What should I do with them?
Quiz time. We took a gamble on the wipeout round, which didn’t pay off. That meant we were lower down the rankings than we should have been, but I think if you want to come in the top half of the standings, you absolutely have to take a bit of a risk on that round.
I’ve started photographing meals so that AI can work out my calories. I don’t think the numbers are accurate, but it’s much easier than logging everything.
Wednesday, to see Ancient Grease at The Vaults — an unofficial parody musical that mashes Grease with Ancient Greek mythology: sounds utterly ridiculous, and it is: Zeus and Hera doing the hand jive at Olympus Academy, the three Fates dressed in gold playing chaos merchants, and an evening’s worth of toga-related innuendo. No John Travolta, but some strong Australian accents!
I felt bad for the organisers of an internal work event this week; it would have been too much to rearrange due to transport strikes in London, so many seats remained empty.
Friday, I managed to secure an upgrade through the SeatFrog auction app, so I travelled to Wolverhampton with Avanti in Standard Premier. Gone are the days when you get a proper upgrade to first class for not a lot of money.
Saturday, from Shrewsbury to the Chainbridge Hotel in Llangollen. It was a beautiful sunny day for most of the journey, which is relatively straightforward until the very last stretch, where the road effectively becomes the canal towpath. I was entirely convinced we had taken a wrong turn until a small car park appeared at the end of it.
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Trying to stay up to date with Race Across the World. Don’t tell me.
A couple more episodes of series 1 of The Newsreader. I am enjoying it because I think they’ve captured the era very well.
Related, although anti-LGBTQ+ hate crimes are recognised in law, hate crimes based on race and/or religion can carry higher maximum penalties because they are classified as aggravated offences. When a crime is considered an ‘aggravated offence’, the victim has longer to access justice, and the perpetrator will receive a stronger sentence.
Of all the things to happen in the modern world (2), it was inevitable that somebody would make a convincing AI radio presenter. I think a Top 40 countdown was an obvious place to start; the ‘chat’ is already formulaic. “Nexus James” is your AI host. I wonder how many options were presented before a human picked that one?
Related, within the first three songs I heard, I could already hear repeated production elements on Olivia Dean’s two songs in the top five. They need to work on that. Regardless, it has more depth than any Top 40 playlist on a music service.
Since our regular after-work place closed, we have a new go-to pub that we visited on Thursday. It’s a proper pub, it feels better, and it is less expensive. It has a range of areas where people can book a table. The covered bit at the back is only marginally open to the elements, but it seems to be the first part of the pub that closes at 11 p.m. Which is great news, because previously we have been in the pub when they have not called last orders until midnight or even 1 a.m., and both of those mean we all miss our transport home.
A beautiful day on Saturday saw a trip to Freshwater Bay, Isle of Wight, and then a walk to Yarmouth.
Busy travel, volunteering, and finally fixing a long-standing website issue.
Week commencing Monday, 6 April, 2026
Rain or Shine, It’s Roast Dinner Time
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 6/7; Exercise 5/7 and Move 5/7. (81%). Morning walks: 0/3. Office days: 1/4. Total steps: 55,303. 10 hours in meetings.
Life
The engineering works meant that trains returning from Shrewsbury were very busy. I am glad that I got to Moor Street early, as that enabled me to secure a seat. I would not have been able to sit in the aisle all the way to London, as some people did.
Tuesday, an after-work dash to the Co-op for a pizza for dinner because I had my first volunteer training session for the ITTF World Team Table Tennis Championships Finals, which come to London later this month.
Then, on Saturday, to the Copper Box Arena in the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park for more volunteer training. We got a tour of the venue with some of the championship organisers; it was impressive how much detail they had already worked through—where walls would go up, how people would move around—and it was fascinating to hear.
Almost five years ago, in my second-ever weeknote, I wrote that I had a website that broke my rules about sustainable URL schemas. Somewhere around 2009, I’d upgraded musak.org and, in the process, broken most of the links within the site. I fixed this 17-year-old task on Friday, with guidance from ChatGPT. The task was simply waiting for the right moment to be resolved, and that moment needed AI to balance effort and output.
Related, this dead link, http://www.musak.org/entries/2003/07/another_russian_birthday.shtml, will now resolve to the right place.
My dentist now recommends Netflix shows as part of the service. Will I ever watch Younger or Jane the Virgin?
Sunday, for a “trio of meats” lunch: gammon, turkey and beef, Yorkshire pudding with stuffing. Delicious.
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The new Race Across the World has started, but it’s too early to have picked my winners.
I watched the first episode of The Newsreader, a critically acclaimed Australian drama set in a commercial television newsroom. It took me a while to get into the rhythm, but the major news event of the first episode is the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster in January 1986. Using that real event as its backdrop made the tension feel believable.
On Channel 5, Jane McDonald went to Nashville across two evenings, where she dives into the world of country music—without the cruise ship, for once. Part of the premise is that she’s in a Nashville studio recording tracks for her new album, Living the Dream, claiming she’s always been a bit country because her songs tell stories. It’s arguably one long advert for the album, but fun.
Easter travels, good food, nostalgia, and small wins along the way.
Week commencing Monday, 30th March 2026
Moor Street: essential stop on Easter weekend journey
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 5/7; Exercise 3/7 and Move 3/7. (52%). Morning walks: 0/3. Office days: 1/4. Total steps: 39,476. 13.4 hours in meetings.
Life
Middling at the pub quiz this month. Let’s move on.
Recording a message for the West Shropshire Talking Newspaper took me a lot longer than I anticipated because every room echoed too much.
After-work beers were nice on Thursday, but it was also nice that they finished early and I could get home to pack.
If you don’t ask, and because I did, they let me on an earlier train than the one I’d booked on Good Friday. Engineering works meant I had to go via Birmingham Moor Street station.
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday lunches were all in restaurants around Shrewsbury. All different and all very good.
I found things in the loft that I had not looked at for more than thirty years. Fascinating.
On Easter Sunday, an egg hunt around the garden, and then the Easter trail around Attingham Park.
Busy weekend of theatre, music, and cultural outings across London
Week commencing Monday, 23rd March 2026
Four costumed skaters at Starlight Express, Wembley.
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 6/7; Exercise 4/7 and Move 5/7. (71%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 1/5. Total steps: 51,141. 16 hours in meetings.
Life
Third time to the Starlight Auditorium: the biggest change from the previous visits was the audience. With the show closing on 3 May, many fans are clearly doing what we did and coming back for one more go. This was the busiest and most enthusiastic crowd we have been part of there.
The cassette digitisation project continues. The little tape machine records directly onto a USB drive, which is convenient. The alternative, recording directly to the computer, requires a special cable, which arrived but does not work with my cassette player.
Friday, I saw an advertisement for Duran Duran at BST Hyde Park, headlining the Great Oak Stage on 5 July with the Scissor Sisters as special guests. Another thing booked.
Saturday, brunch at OXBO Bankside offered a lot of food choices. Later, the Backstage restaurant at the Old Vic, the theatre’s new annex that opened a few months ago, had fewer choices. Both were delicious.
Then to Oh, Mary!, Cole Escola’s Tony Award-winning dark comedy, which reimagines Mary Todd Lincoln as a miserable, alcohol-dependent would-be cabaret star in the weeks before her husband’s assassination. I know it gets strong reviews, but I did not really take to it. The overall conceit is interesting, but the execution is the broadest, most unrelenting kind of farce — not a trace of subtlety anywhere.
Sunday, BFI Flare: Madfabulous follows the true story of the flamboyant and rebellious life of Henry Paget, the 5th Marquess of Anglesey, as he squanders his massive fortune on lavish theatrical productions and gender-defying fashion. Mad and fabulous.
Then a visit to the Handel Hendrix House. The museum brings together the former homes of George Frideric Handel, who lived at 25 Brook Street from 1723 until his death in 1759, and Jimi Hendrix, who occupied a flat next door in 1968 and 1969. Two buildings and about two centuries of musical history are separated by a wall (which has been knocked through to create the museum).
The weekend ended with a visit to The Crazy Coqs for The Bells and the Barricades, an evening of songs from Les Misérables, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and other French-themed musicals.
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Obviously more Game Changers Radio this week. Kyle filed a claim in the Australian Federal Court, arguing that his termination is invalid. And the episodes kept coming.
We started watching Loot on Apple TV+, the Maya Rudolph comedy about a newly divorced billionaire who finds herself running the charitable foundation she had apparently forgotten she founded. Early days, but it seems decent enough.
A week of culture, nostalgia, discoveries, and quietly satisfying moments.
Week commencing Monday, 16 March 2026
HP Sauce bottles from the 1910s to 1990, Museum of Brands.
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This week: Stand 6/7; Exercise 4/7 and Move 5/7 (71%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 1/5. Total steps: 48,912. 21.5 hours in meetings.
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Diamond Geezer’s been to Shrewsbury, and likes it. Man of taste. I learned that there was supposed to be a roof garden and restaurant on top of the market hall.
I watched one of those videos where someone has used AI to place famous people next to their younger selves. There is a great one for Duran Duran, except they used the wrong Roger Taylor. Oops.
Monday, finally, to the barricades! We saw Les Misérables. I’m glad I finally went. It’s a great show, and I can’t quite account for why it took me this long, nor why I got a bit emotional at the end. I bet anybody reading this has seen it.
Thursday afternoon’s work outing was to the Museum of Brands. I have always meant to go and never quite got around to it — which made it slightly amusing that PY and I already have tickets booked for next Sunday.
What struck me most was how many brands simply endured: HP Sauce and Daddies Sauce, both still on shelves today; Ty-Phoo Tea, still familiar; Coleman’s Mustard, Cadbury’s, etc., etc.
Friday evening, I updated my blog-checking software, built using AI. Should I find it reassuring that it continues to find spelling errors in past weeknotes?
For the second Saturday in a row, we were at the Design Museum — this time for Blitz: the club that shaped the 80s, the exhibition about Blitz, the Covent Garden club in a wine bar that ran on Tuesday nights between 1979 and 1980 and, in doing so, generated the entire New Romantic movement. Perhaps a bit too fashion-focused for my liking.
At one point, a large screen showed footage of Spandau Ballet performing at the club — playing To Cut a Long Story Short, which was the first record I ever bought myself.
Sunday’s second visit of the week to the Museum of Brands taught me that the phrase “keen as mustard” actually predates the brand; it was the popularity of Keen’s Mustard in the 18th and 19th centuries that is thought to have cemented the idiom in everyday English usage, rather than the other way around.
I found myself puzzling over a box of “toilet pins” until I looked it up: they are dressmaking pins used for sewing or securing garments during fitting, and the word “toilet” here is from the French toilette, meaning personal grooming or dressing, with no connection to the room. Perfectly ordinary, once you know.
Sunday evening to the BFI on the South Bank, and a screening as part of BFI Flare, the LGBTQ+ film festival. The Last Guest of the Holloway Motel, a documentary portrait of Tony Powell, a former Norwich City defender and 1979 Player of the Year, who effectively vanished after his playing career ended. It turns out he moved to West Hollywood rather than face the consequences of coming out as gay at the height of his career. The documentary is more moving than I think the filmmakers originally set out to make. Recommended.
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Episodes of the podcast, Game Changers Radio, keep coming as ARN, the radio network, officially terminated Kyle’s contract and cancelled the show, tearing up the record-breaking 10-year deal (valued at a reported $100 million each) that both hosts had signed in late 2023 to run through 2034. So far away. So gripping.
Friday evening was spent with old episodes of Yes, Prime Minister, and I still laughed.
The final two episodes of Heated Rivalry. Now I understand all the references to The Cottage. The series is positive in a way that sets it apart from many gay love stories, which is genuinely refreshing. It does teeter on being too nice at times. The ending, predictably, is set up for a second series.
Quiz triumph, inventive cooking, Anderson artistry, and astonishing IMAX cinema moments.
Week commencing Monday, 9 March 2026
Houston, We Have a Ryan Gosling
Quantified Self
This week: Stand 6/7; Exercise 6/7 and Move 5/7. (81%). Morning walks: 0/4. Office days: 1/5. Total steps: 56,584. 13.8 hours in meetings.
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I wonder if I will live to see the proposed Heathrow Southern Rail. One day, I may step onto a Heathrow-bound train from Clapham Junction. The idea is back in the news again.
Monday, we did the quiz as a threesome and fared much better than we thought we would. Tonight it was Edison Lighthouse’s Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) that I pulled from the back of my brain.
A generous and very unexpected gift from PY’s boss on Thursday. I shall enjoy learning to cook something new.
Friday afternoon, I listened to an AI-generated audio file about my 2025 diary, where the machine-generated hosts talked about whether they were human or not. I cannot describe how bizarre I find this. And fascinating.
Also, these AI-generated nobodies criticise my claim that “Licence to Kill” is the greatest Bond theme. Really? Of course it is. Who do they think they are?
Saturday started at the Design Museum for Wes Anderson: The Archives, the first retrospective devoted to his films, drawing on three decades of his personal archives. There is a display case containing a lot of notebooks!
Relatedly, the candy-pink model of The Grand Budapest Hotel and the original puppets from Fantastic Mr Fox were on show. There were some fantastic graphics from The French Dispatch and more Asteroid City material, including the vending machines, which we had seen in a previous exhibition devoted to that film. The amount of detail in Anderson’s work that passes by in a moment on screen is quite something when you see how much goes into it.
Also on Saturday, to the BFI IMAX to see a preview of Project Hail Mary, the new space-adventure film directed by Phil Lord and Christopher Miller and starring Ryan Gosling. The directors appear briefly on screen to introduce the film and explain that it was specifically optimised for IMAX, using the 1.43:1 aspect ratio to fill the full height of the screen. Utterly remarkable. It reminded me how extraordinary cinema can be when you see a film the way it was meant to be seen.
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Finished Blue Lights, series 2. Now we can really catch up with the latest series.
Discovered more detective stuff: Ellis on Channel 5. Watched the first two episodes of the current series as they were broadcast, then went back to the first season and watched one of those.
I am very glad we have reopened the doors to Ted Lasso this week. A couple of series to catch up on.
My new monitor arrived. It’s large and curved. It replaces two separate monitors, which means that, technically, I have less screen space than before. It’s taking some getting used to.
The best bit was surprising PY with a new monitor set up in the other room.
My Uber arrived, and at nearly two in the morning I was home after a 20-minute journey that cost £29.93. Cheaper than I remembered from last time, though the hour made it a fairly expensive way to end a Thursday.
Friday, the aubergine chilli miso, paired with special fried rice, was excellent — the depth of the miso with the softness of the aubergine made for a really good combination of flavour and texture.
Saturday on The Island, BBC Two had given over the evening to One-Hit Wonders at the BBC. Three volumes, which seem like a lot when written down, but there are a lot of one-hit wonders.
Also on The Island, the sky was overcast, and the Solent had all but disappeared into a thick grey haze; Portsmouth, usually visible, had vanished.
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Go watch A Friend of Dorothy, an Oscar-nominated short film starring Miriam Margolyes and Stephen Fry. Twenty minutes of loveliness.
This week, another episode of Heated Rivalry. I found this one a little odd: everything that happened at the end of the last episode seemed to have been set aside entirely.
We picked up Blue Lights again. We do tend to spread series out rather than rushing through them. It is a bit like how television used to be, when you had no choice.
I only heard the Kyle and Jackie O Show briefly when I was in Australia a decade ago. As Australia’s highest-rated FM breakfast show implodes, I am hooked to Game Changers Radio.