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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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Live music is the one thing that has actually got better, and it is because everything else got worse. Nobody can make money from a recording any more so they all have to be able to play.
Every restaurant is too loud now and I refuse to accept it is just me getting old.
For most software engineers a degree stopped being worth what it costs. It is now mainly a filter that employers use because filtering is expensive.
Try watching a match with the commentary off. It is a completely different sport and you notice about twice as much.
F1 drivers are athletes in exactly the same sense footballers are, and the people who scoff have never held their neck steady at 4g for two hours in fifty degree heat.
Every organisation says it wants honest feedback and has exactly one person who gives it, and that person is always halfway out the door.
We should be spending vastly more on stopping the next pandemic, and we will not, because prevention has no photograph attached to it.
Nobody actually likes standing desks. We all just got told sitting was killing us and now we're too embarrassed to sit back down.
Why is every app now trying to be a social network? I want the thing to do the thing.
Sat down and added up the subscriptions. Seventy one pounds a month, and I could name four of them.
Tipping has quietly become a thing you do for a screen rather than a person, and I notice I resent it far more.
Ambition gets treated as a virtue and I am not convinced. Half the ambitious people I know are mainly frightened of turning out ordinary.
The first time I earned more than my father had, and what it was actually like. I had been quietly aiming at it for years without ever saying so. Then it happened, on an ordinary Tuesday, and the thing I felt was not pride. It was a sort of vertigo — the number had been a fixed point my whole life, the thing a household ran on, and now it was just a figure I had passed. What I had not expected is that it changes the conversation permanently and in one direction. He cannot ask me for advice, because that would be an admission. I cannot offer it, because that would be worse. So we talk about the car and the garden, and the one subject where I could actually be useful is the one we have both silently agreed to leave alone. I do not think either of us is handling it badly. I think there is no way to handle it. The money was never the thing that was being measured, and finding that out did not help as much as I assumed it would.
Most people who say they want honest feedback want accurate praise, and the two are easy to confuse until the feedback is actually negative. You can watch the switch happen in real time: the request is sincere, and then the first genuine criticism arrives and the next twenty minutes are spent supplying context.
Every few years somebody announces that we have cured a thing in mice, and nobody ever writes the follow-up where it did not work in people.
Every interface is now designed to be learned once and never thought about, which is wonderful until the day it does something you did not ask for.
Every winter the entire country gets the same cough and we have all agreed to describe it as "something going round".
We talk about AI as though the hard part is intelligence. The hard part has always been that we cannot say what we want precisely enough.
Every handover document is written by somebody who has already mentally left, which is why none of them are any good.
Sport is the only place left where we are collectively fine with someone being obviously, measurably better than everyone else, and I find it interesting that we cannot tolerate that anywhere else.
Health advice aimed at women is still mostly either about being thinner or about having children, and it is genuinely strange how little else there is.
Nostalgia is mostly just not paying attention now. The past feels richer because it has been edited down to the good bits and you were not doing the admin.
Every job I have had contained about four hours of real work a day and an enormous amount of theatre around it.
"Trauma" now stretches from genocide to a bad line manager, and somewhere in that stretch the word stopped doing any work at all.
Years of reading about the Grenfell inquiry, on and off, and the thing that has stayed with me is not the cladding. It is that everybody involved was following a process. The manufacturers tested to a standard. The certifiers certified against the standard. The contractors specified a product that held a certificate. The building control officers checked the certificate existed. At every single link somebody did the thing their role required, and the result was a building that burned in a way everyone had been told was impossible. That is much more frightening than corruption. Corruption you can find and remove. A system where every participant discharges their duty correctly and the aggregate is catastrophic has no villain to sack, and no obvious repair. The inquiry's recommendations are mostly more checks, and I do not know what else they could have been. But every one of them adds a person who will be able to say, honestly, that they did their part.
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.
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what all this does to your head, and what to do about it.