A cyclist pays for stereotyping drivers
A suited man in a BMW 3-Series stopped to let me turn right today. I was so confounded I forgot to nod thank-you. The next second, I was nearly kebabbed by the Volvo estate that overtook him.
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Mainly about...
- Quotation
- Books: Non-fiction
- Nitpicking and related snark
- Books: Fiction
- London
- Newspapers: contemporary
- Criticism
- Vague gestures towards politics
- Type; art; design
- Nottingham and nearby
- Magazines
- War anxiety and other overseas politics
- Newspapers: before my time
- Online journalism
- Domestic horse-race politics
- Broadcasters and newswires
- Rumination on journalism
- C.E. Montague
- Bicycles
- Bookshops
Feed-automated displacement
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- Typographical balloon animals
- Ask a fictional journalist
- The Grey Lady's light basement*
- Fun with juxtaposition
- Tom Lehrer does stencil graffiti
- Adventures in pleading
- Orwell overdose in progress
- A cyclist pays for stereotyping drivers
- National Lampoon conservatism
- Mixed metaphor of the day
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Further explanation
The image at the top of this sidebar is a bronze fountainhead from Cressing Temple, Essex, by Steven Morant. It also happens to be the present blogger, aged 16; he counts himself very lucky to be the sculptor's nephew. The font so poorly used in the blog titlepiece is Underware Unibody 8 Italic; fans of the foundry will be reassured to hear that I'm no relation of theirs.
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