Folks, flight is hard.

I’m human. My starting point is coots running across the water.

I need a 15m wing-pack and a tow to get close, and generally I crash into the dock covering less distance than my total wingspan.

I can barely cope with the downstroke in ground effect. The “ground” punches up.

When I’m chilling on my laptop, doing light-weight online stuff and listening to whatever music, I tend to reach for my FiiO EH11 headphones. Lightweight, unpretentious-ish, sound double-plus-okay. You can buy them for around £30 from Advanced MP3 Players or Amazon or whatever.

Two dead junior pigeons on the balcony this morning. Blood and feathers everywhere. Maybe a gull or a crow. Very sad. From the size of the dead birds, they are very recently fledged.

In busy environments, my EarPod Pros have flat, down-toning digital audio splats, like you’d guess AI “imagined” the sound of slo-mo raindrops. I don’t know what causes this.

I’m beginning to feel I should trim down the number of online services I rarely use. The POSSE nirvana is forever just beyond the horizon. And anyway, I have very little to say, except now and then, with friends.

My friend Rohit is standing again as a Labour councillor in Canning Town. I used to live there until the council chanaged the ward boundary! I’d vote for him if I still lived there! Rohit is a good guy and a great councillor who really works hard for local residents.

Okay - broke my left shoulder, because air pushes back.

Tip for the political classes: you don’t get to be the “adults in the room” by running around shouting “we’re the adults in the room”.

The argument that you can’t get rid of the Prime Minister during a time of international instability when you got rid of the FCDO perm sec during a time of international instability because he knew more about what was going on than the PM.