Daylight saving time is over, and it’s dark when I finish work. So I haven’t seen local moorhens at Telehouse pond: Magic, Mystic and the Pilot.
An over the air firmware update bricked my dishwasher.
No laughing matter
John Harris makes has a good piece in the Guardian on the risks of underestimating the hard right.
in contrast to Badenoch and Jenrick’s brazen posturing about “culture” and national identity, Labour’s leader and senior figures lack the confidence and political chops to make the case for a modern, liberal, left-of-centre UK. And in its absence, they tend to get pulled in some of the same directions.
Too much? Here’s Labour PM Keir Starmer in the same edition:
We’ve got to look at regulation where it is needlessly holding back the investment, to take our country forward. Where it is stopping us building the homes, the datacentres, warehouses, grid connectors, roads, train lines, you name it then mark my words – we will get rid of it. We will rip out the bureaucracy…
Newspaper editors seem to love this Labour freebies story because it gives them an excuse to print a picture of a minimally clad Taylor Swift every day.
The corrupting influence of money on politics is rarely more vividly illustrated than by the Labour front bench attempting to defend willingly reducing themselves to Lord Alli’s literal playthings.
Mucking around with the Mb API. Some improvements.
Vain, imprudent, lacking both judgement and a moral compass. Starmer, like many a modern politician, is determined to “prove” modern public choice theory.
Starmer’s £100,000 in tickets and gifts more than any other recent party leader
“Eee bah gum, pet. Labour have condemned us to freeze to death this winter, but at least that Sir Keir Starmer is working with the neofascists to keep the foreigners out,” said no one in the Red Wall.
Giorgia Meloni: Starmer showed great interest in our Albania migration deal
Presumably, “black hole, we’re doomed!” has been focus-grouped. Who are this bloc of centrist masochists? Why don’t they have a cutesy media monicker?
Over the summer there’s been a change in East London mores: people no longer press the button on the pelican crossings, and leave their baskets for staff to collect on the self-checkouts.