Well, my idea was obviously fanciful and impractical, but this one - for temporary grow-bag allotments on the site of the old Middlesex Hospital - is much obviously much better. And probably do-able. And exactly the sort of thing an enlightened developer would support or an enlightened brand would try and get behind. We've signed up, here's hoping.
Matt has inspired me (and others) to consider my 2008 listening as recorded by last.fm. It reminded me how much I'd enjoyed Holy Fuck last year. And you can listen to lots of it here, should you wish.
Many things will get measured.
2007
2006
2005.
I spend a lot of time in cafes.
I'm going to miss Woolies. There was always one by the seaside. And you could always get dry socks if your child ran into the sea without warning. And you could get mugs there. And those things you attach to your keys to help you not lose them. And toys. And sweets. And kettles.
And even if someone buys them it won't be the same. Because they'll bring in missions and purpose and focus and rigour and we'll be stuck with the bland results of the pursuit of excellence. There'll be no room for the shambolic, miscellaneous and messy, for employees who are earning a living, not living the dream. I'm as guilty as the next person in moaning about queues and lack of stock and all the stuff that ruins shopping, but there should be room for something unkempt and rubbish in our lives too. I know that's not much of a selling point, but I'm going to miss Woolies.
In a pathetic bid for zen-like clarity I've tried to rid m'blog of these kind of badgey things. But I'm rather proud of this one so I'll pop it here when it can live forever but quite quickly slip from view.
