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@WorkHubs Weeknote 001

At @workhubs having a think

I’ve been here a week! So this is an attempt at a log in the sense that Austin Kleon uses – it’s just a list of simple facts.

  • In every day.
  • Had one meeting.
  • Wrote three blog posts.
  • Met lots of new people.
  • Drank a lot of coffee.
  • Had a wander around the immediate neighbourhood.
  • Drafted a little e-mail about my coaching offer and asked for feedback.
  • Went to a Digital Leaders Salon about Digital High Streets over at Finsbury Sq.
  • Came to Blog Club.
  • That’ll do.

 
These facts might get more complicated and interesting over time. Or maybe not.

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My week in pictures (with words)

I can only eat eggs if they don’t look like eggs. So boiled, poached, fried don’t work for me – the sight of Eggs Benedict is enough to make me hurl. But I can stomach omelettes and scrambled eggs just fine. Especially if I’m making it myself with the perfect blend of mushrooms and bird’s eye chilis.

Morning!

This is what can happen if you leave your bike for too long in the wrong part of London. Once one bit goes, people feel more entitled to pinch another. This one was near a bus stop – I expect a few bits went missing to people who were just waiting to ride home. Except that pedal.

Stripped

I’ve never noticed this before, but it’s part of a wall next to Lambeth North Tube Station – a way to add some distinctive decoration when all you’ve got is these brown glazed brick tiles. It’s the sort of thing you’d get post-war when materials were scarce but we didn’t want everything to look boring.

When tilers get bored

Morning walking before the bin men come and clean up. Someone had a late-night chicken and chips that they couldn’t quite finish and a Daily Mirror that they couldn’t bring themselves to begin. I wonder how Angela Lansbury imagined her picture on the front page being seen in London when she did the deal?

Tomorrow's Chip Paper

This truck was too big to go round the corner at Fulham Broadway at any speed so I had time to think “oh take a picture” and get my phone out. There’s some sort of super-drain project going on at the river, on the Fulham side of Wandsworth Bridge. I expect that’s where these mega-poop-conduits were headed.

Big Pipes

The roof of Earl’s Court Station – I included the top of my head for scale and identification – anyone could take a picture of that roof, but only mine has my cropped dome peeking in at the bottom. I was waiting for a train to Paddington on the Edgware Road Branch. Once we got on, as usual, it was clear that one family had mistaken this for a City/Victoria train. I wonder whether any train leaves Earls Court eastbound without someone having made a mistake about which branch they were getting on.

Roof