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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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Small talk gets a terrible press, mostly from people who have never had to sit next to a stranger for two hours.
Am I the only one who finds "quiet luxury" is just expensive clothes for people who got embarrassed about logos?
Running is boring and that is the entire point. Every attempt to make exercise entertaining has produced something people stop doing in March.
Sport is the last mainstream thing where the outcome is genuinely unknown to everyone watching, and that scarcity explains most of what it costs. Everything else in the culture now arrives pre-summarised, already reacted to, and with the ending available before you start. The live unknown is what the broadcast money is really buying.
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.
Inheritance decides more about how someone's life goes than education does, and we spend all our time arguing about schools because that is the lever we are allowed to touch.
Long covid got dropped from the conversation very abruptly and I do not think anything about it was resolved.
Nobody has a local team any more, they have a team, and the difference turns out to matter.
Public transport should be judged on whether it is usable by someone with a pram, a suitcase and a bad knee — not on its top speed. Every network that passes that test turns out to be pleasant for everyone else too, and almost every network that fails it was designed around a commuter who is twenty-eight and carrying a laptop.
Cricket is the only sport where you can go for lunch, come back, and nothing has happened, and that is a feature.
We are going to spend the next ten years discovering which parts of the internet were being held together by people doing it for free.
Calling it phone addiction misses it. Most people are bored at work, and the phone is the only thing that isn't.
Weather forecasting got quietly, enormously better and nobody noticed because we only remember the times it was wrong.
Everybody is tired and nobody can say precisely of what, and I think that is the actual condition rather than a symptom of one.
Cities keep building cycle lanes that stop. Just end, mid-road, and you are in traffic. What is the point of ninety percent of a cycle lane?
An unpopular position I hold about hospitals: the food is bad for a reason that has nothing to do with catering, and fixing it would cost more than anyone will admit. Hospital food has to be safe for people with immune systems that barely work, edible by someone who cannot chew properly, compatible with about fourteen medical diets, transportable across a large building, and hold at temperature for the twenty minutes it takes to get to the far ward. Given those constraints, what arrives is roughly what has to arrive. Every campaign to improve it treats it as a failure of will, as though somebody in charge simply does not care whether patients enjoy lunch. Then a celebrity chef gets involved, produces something excellent in one ward for six weeks, and the programme quietly ends when it meets the other three hundred wards and the actual budget. I am not saying it could not be better. I am saying that "why is hospital food bad" has a real answer, and nobody campaigning about it ever engages with the answer.
Nobody has ever been promoted for the thing they are actually best at, in my experience, and I cannot decide whether that is a flaw.
The best decisions get made quickly. The ones that drag on for months usually dragged because nobody wanted to say the obvious thing out loud.
Everyone in this country has a story about a builder and I have started to think they are all the same story. Someone comes, quotes low, starts, disappears for eleven days, returns, discovers something behind a wall, revises the price upward by forty percent, and finishes to a standard you would describe as fine. You pay it. You tell the story at dinner parties as a comedy. Nothing happens to the builder. The reason it keeps happening is not that builders are dishonest. It is that almost nobody commissions building work often enough to get good at it. You will do this twice in your life. He does it every week. The information is entirely on one side, and no amount of getting three quotes fixes that, because you cannot evaluate the three quotes either. Which is why every piece of advice you get is useless. Get it in writing, agree a schedule of works, hold back a retention — all sound, all assume you know what should be in the writing. The one thing that would actually help is having done it before, and by the time you have, you are finished.
Everyone I know who is good with money either earns a lot or was quietly given something early. The budgeting apps are for the rest of us to feel busy with.
Sequels have not got worse. We got older, and no film is ever going to land on you the way one did when you were fourteen.
T20 made Test cricket better, not worse, and the people who say otherwise have not watched a fourth innings run chase lately.
Self-driving is a much harder problem than anyone selling it admits. The driving was never the bit — it is the one situation in ten thousand that nobody wrote a rule for.
Search has got noticeably worse and I have started adding the name of a forum to the end of every query, which is a strange thing to have to do in 2026.
The algorithm has quietly killed the thing where you find something you were not looking for. Every recommendation is a slightly worse version of what I already like.
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.