Wet afternoon in Poplar

Wet afternoon in Poplar
Mammals aren’t built for flight, unless you’re a bat. And do I look like a bat? It’s not easy wearing the wings. They are longer than you probably imagined, and major unwieldy. One time I crashed I broke my collar bone, and trashed the wing-pack too. Now when I try to fly, I try over water.
It’s disappointing to see a Labour chancellor regurgitate “regulations bad”.
Reeves says rules and red tape are ‘boot on the neck’ of business
I’m sure ministers will be queuing up to get their generously subsidised meals from cafeterias relieved of those pesky food standards regulations. And I have no doubt multinational corporations are lobbying hard for the removal of the thicket of intellectual property regulation they use to avoid tax.
Hot evening on the Dock:
The wing-pack is heavy and hurts my shouders but I am running. I’m running on the water. Fuck me! I’m screen gliding.
Here’s a tip: if you have a packaged salad meal, throw the dressing away.
Just dropped a Duralex glass on a concrete floor…. And it bounced. Totally unscathed. These are amazing bits of kit.
You just have to take a look at the absolute state of Canning Town Station to know that no one “important” at the GLA takes public transport to City Hall.
I bought some Fiio Snowsky Anytime Bluetooth ANC headphones from Advanced MP3 Players. They are nothing transformative, but are a very nicely designed headset that sounds a lot better than the £28 list price. If you are looking for a stylish, faff-free commuter headset, give them a listen.
Bought me some Nanoleaf Solar Garden Lights. Very nice. I’ve set them as dim as I can so as not to disturb the local pigeons.
This tree is an interloper in the reeds