August 15, 2005
San Franciscan – nay, Californian – fog is not like normal fog. Normal fog, British fog, hangs still in the air, thick and heavy and suffocating. It sidles in, threatening, like a lippy vandal just waiting for you to turn your back so he can key your car. It promises shipwrecks, slow, painful shipwreck that […]
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August 14, 2005
I totally forgot that I was interviewed for today's Observer – a bit about blogging and public sector workers. They didn't actually have one in the corner shop, so I ended up with a Times. Actually, I must have remembered on some level that I wanted an Observer because I normally never buy papers anyway. […]
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