Not quite easy with my earlier post, below. So I went down with the camera and took more pictures. Here's that plaque again in full. Note the dates. They recruited them young back then.
Darwin turned up here on the Beagle on 2nd October 1836 and also set off for London by coach. This was a busy neighbourhood back then - and still is. Here's yesterday's scene as it looked this morning. The Pink Wig Parade went past, and now here comes the Carnival.
No wonder there weren't any cars in the car park. Yes, I know I mentioned the plaque remembering the trial, which (I now learn) established an important legal principle. Yes, I took a picture, and yes, the plaque tells the story at some length. Interesting. But I think today that we'll leave that one to history.
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The dolphins must think us ridiculous. No wonder they only come to the shallow water to play with us, not to signal their most complex philosophies. More.
Riddle. It takes two to make me, but when I'm made, I'm only a memory. What am I? Scroll down to find out.
Is that a catastrophe I see before me? Could be. There was a clear sky earlier, but now clouds are encroaching from the North. We could be in for a storm. More.
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Read My Shorts?
Here is yet another page of old blog posts and other writings. Sorry, but I need my metaphorical sock drawer for metaphorical socks. The link to the page is right at the end of the paragraph here.
Roads without end
Here is a passage from a review of the book The Road to Somewhere by David Goodhart. I haven't read the book (yet), but the collected reviews would make a worthwhile set of political arguments in their own right. More.
State of the Union
Several commentators today saying that they've lost confidence in the US. Making their point by talking up the glories of the past. After two weeks of this administration, they're not going back.
Were they wrong, and they've seen the light? Or has the US changed? I guess the latter is the intended meaning. But we should at least acknowledge the possibility... More.