Monday, 15 September 2025
Temporary Accomodation
Sunday, 14 September 2025
Surviving the Axe
I’m not sure how this place will survive. It’s a lone small building in the middle of a building site that hopes to cash in on the passing rail travel when the HS2 terminal is finally complete. There’s an upstairs function room with extra seating and there may be a second bar there too but even then, it’s going to be a bit cramped with its central bar and small rooms. I don’t think that it’ll be able to cope with crowds. There’s overspill areas with picnic tables but people still need to get inside to order. At the moment it’s being fuelled by students and real ale fans. It’s going to be difficult to market as a destination pub with a limited capacity. It’s great that it’s being preserved but it’s going to be a tough one and prices will inevitably have to increase unless they can knock through.
Saturday, 13 September 2025
Roped Off
Friday, 12 September 2025
Futurama (Season 13)
Although short, this series had something to satisfy everyone. It was well-written without fear of cancellation again, with most of the stories being independent of each other. New abilities are backed up with well thought-out processes. Sometimes you wish things to be a bit bigger. Inventions and animation processes are well-thought out which contribute to the plot together with hints of past adventures for continuity. Yet some things haven’t changed and have taken trends into account like media streaming overtaking the cinema. At other times they’ve thought of everything incorporated into a character’s design and issues that are totally relevant that still haven’t been solved a thousand years later. But once again, while it tries to make jokes out of maths and science with a hidden agenda of how we can attempt to safeguard our future, there’s a few characters and plots that have been left out of this series.
Thursday, 11 September 2025
Knotted Up
There’s a lot of rope involved to hold these playgrounds
together. It all encourages kids to become acrobats and stretch their bodies in
ways that they normally wouldn’t when on the ground. They’ll hang upside-down
and try to touch the ground and they’ll learn about their body’s capabilities
and be able to pull themselves back up again. There’s still a bit of wiggle
room so that they get a bit taut when weight gets put on them. Nowadays they
use metal rather than thread so that they don’t decay and they’re harder to
strip apart. Unless of course, you strip the whole cable away. You could make a
ladder in your own backyard. I suppose that there’s special locks installed to
stop that from happening. Either that or no-one’s that heartless to attempt to
saw through it and leave a playground abandoned. They used to in the olden
days. Unless that was in parks that were less frequented.
Wednesday, 10 September 2025
Exceeding Occupation #dreamdiary 206
I’m back at one of my old family holiday haunts. I haven’t been there in a while. I’ve walked on the beach and I’m following an old trail back to the hotel. It’s a bit overgrown. There’s grass everywhere and I have to push through, but the plants and branches are soft and haven’t hardened in the heat. Then I emerge onto concrete and a wave of humanity hits me. There’s people everywhere gathered around sunbeds on the pool, and there’s children dressed in swimsuits sitting on towels on the floor. The pool itself is also busy, and though there’s places to stand there’s nowhere to swim. There’s hardly a space that isn’t occupied, and the only route to the hotel’s reception is one drawn from my memory. It’s clearly the result of an increased population. I look back at the trail that I’ve left and all I see is a wall of hedge. I wonder if anyone knows if it’s still there.



