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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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First past the post keeps producing governments that most people voted against, and we keep describing this as stability.
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.
My handwriting has become genuinely illegible and I only found out because I had to fill in a form in front of somebody.
Half the arguments I have with my partner are about the same four things and we have never once finished one. I am not sure that is a problem, which is new.
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.
I have changed my mind about anonymity online, and I want to set out why, because I argued the other side for years. The case I used to make was straightforward. Anonymity protects the vulnerable — whistleblowers, people in hostile countries, anyone whose opinion could cost them a job. Real-name policies were introduced by companies with a commercial interest in identity, and they were sold with a safety argument that the evidence never really supported. All of that is still true and I have not stopped believing any of it. What changed is that I stopped treating anonymity as one thing. There is anonymity from the state, anonymity from your employer, anonymity from other users, and anonymity from the platform itself. These are four different properties. A system can give you the first three and none of the fourth, and for almost everyone that combination is what they actually want. The mistake I was making was arguing about a slider when the real question was who each end of it protects you from. Once I separated them, most of the disagreements I had been having turned out to be people defending different columns of the same table.
Owning things is overrated, says the man with a garage he cannot park in.
Every organisation says it wants honest feedback and has exactly one person who gives it, and that person is always halfway out the door.
Within fifty years ageing will be treated as a condition rather than a fact, and the argument will move to who can afford the treatment.
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.
Every winter the entire country gets the same cough and we have all agreed to describe it as "something going round".
Open-plan schools, hospital targets and the gig economy will look like the same idea wearing three hats — measure the throughput, ignore the thing being thrown through.
The number of people I know who have quietly cut something out of their diet and never mentioned it to a doctor is, now I think about it, most of them.
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.
Index funds have made markets less efficient — half the money in the room is now buying without an opinion about anything.
Long covid got dropped from the conversation very abruptly and I do not think anything about it was resolved.
The four-day week only really works if your job is thinking. Every pilot anyone quotes was an office, and nobody ever ran one in a warehouse.
Make voting compulsory. Australia manages it, turnout sits around ninety percent, and nobody there appears to be living under tyranny.
The state of the roads is the most politically radicalising thing in this country and nobody in national politics has noticed.
Peer review does more harm than good at this point. Two anonymous strangers, no accountability, eighteen months, and a result nobody will ever try to reproduce.
Being late is a decision that your time is worth more than mine. There is no version of it that isn't that, however pleasantly it gets phrased.
Antibiotic resistance is the slowest emergency we have and being slow is the entire problem. Nothing that takes thirty years to arrive ever gets a budget.
We built an entire economy on the idea that people will keep buying things they already have, and then act surprised when the things are designed to stop working.
Every handover document is written by somebody who has already mentally left, which is why none of them are any good.
Nobody has a local team any more, they have a team, and the difference turns out to matter.
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.