Archive: 2025-12
Week 260: The Blood on Santa’s Claw
Most of the week consistent of either getting ready for Christmas, doing Christmas stuff, or recovering from Christmas and eating leftovers. At least all the indigestion is a distraction from the increasingly fascist turn of politics abroad and at home.
Week 259: Pre-Christmas
I had a much-needed haircut. My hairdresser had to go back to Malaysia for a few weeks, and after 15 years of getting my hair cut by the same person I’d rather wait than go through the hassle of trying to find somewhere new.
Week 258: A day in the Cotswolds
In positive news, no one tried to kill me this week.
Week 257: Near death experience
As I crossed the road at Holborn at the weekend, I was nearly trampled to death by a horse.
Week 256: 0x30
There’s something pleasing to me in the fact that my 10016th weeknotes coincide with my 3016th birthday (in base 16 if that’s not clear).