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Everyone agrees the trains are bad and nobody agrees about why.
Nationalised for forty years and they were not better. Ownership is not the variable.
Depends which line. Some of it is ownership, most of it is that track and trains are run by different people.
Every decision is made on a shorter timescale than the thing it affects. Defer the maintenance, leave before the bill lands.
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Ask a city what it wants and it says better public transport. Ask about the bus and the room goes quiet. The bus is the only bit that is affordable, deliverable this decade and actually useful to people without money — and it is the one thing no city gets excited about announcing.
Every job I have had contained about four hours of real work a day and an enormous amount of theatre around it.
Football has too much football now.
Does anyone else think we gave up on repairing things far too easily? Not in a nostalgic way, I mean it was a policy choice and nobody voted for it.
Being poor is expensive and nobody tells you until you are in it. Cheap shoes twice a year, the meter that costs more per unit, the deposit you cannot save because you are paying someone else's mortgage.
Remote work did not fail. Managers who could only manage by looking at people failed, and remote work is what made that visible. Four years on, the teams that kept it are the ones that already wrote things down, and the teams that abandoned it are mostly the ones that never did.
Follow the rules that make no sense anyway. The alternative is everybody deciding privately which ones are silly, and that unravels faster than you would think.
AI is going to destroy more jobs than it makes. Every previous wave moved people up a ladder; this one is coming for the rungs.
Am I the only one who finds "quiet luxury" is just expensive clothes for people who got embarrassed about logos?
Every messaging app eventually turns into a bad email client. Threads, then search, then folders, then somebody adds a rules engine and we are right back where we started.
Sat down and added up the subscriptions. Seventy one pounds a month, and I could name four of them.
Most people would be happier with fewer options. Ask anyone who has spent forty minutes scrolling and then rewatched something they had already seen twice.
Nobody finishes books and we have all quietly agreed to lie about it.
Reading a hard book slowly is not the same activity as reading an easy book slowly, and treating them as one thing is why reading targets are useless. Counting books is like counting meals — the number is accurate and it tells you almost nothing about whether anything was absorbed.
A genuine question for anyone who did science at school more recently than me: how much of what I was taught has quietly been revised? Nobody sends an update.
Make voting compulsory. Australia manages it, turnout sits around ninety percent, and nobody there appears to be living under tyranny.
I cannot do a phone call any more and I genuinely do not know when that happened.
T20 made Test cricket better, not worse, and the people who say otherwise have not watched a fourth innings run chase lately.
Owning things is overrated, says the man with a garage he cannot park in.
Renting is not throwing money away, and I say that as somebody who spent eight years feeling ashamed about it. You are buying the ability to leave.
Everyone has become an amateur nutritionist about their own dog.
Running is boring and that is the entire point. Every attempt to make exercise entertaining has produced something people stop doing in March.
Cricket commentary has got unbearable. Nobody describes anything any more, they just wait for a stat to read out.
Most of what psychology published before about 2015 does not replicate, and the field has been much more graceful about admitting it than any other would have been.
Money has ruined more sport than it has rescued. Every competitive balance measure in every major league has got worse since it arrived, and that is the table, not nostalgia.
something you reckon. a gripe, a hunch, a hill you will die on. serious or not.
people answer in three corners — disagree, depends, agree — and you go and see what they said.
anyone can join with an email address. it is used to send you a code and nothing else.
what all this does to your head, and what to do about it.