It feels like the last ten years have flown by and I haven’t done anything. I’ve done lots of things that were important to do, but compared with the five years before that, none of it feels very significant. And I’ve lost the habit of talking about it out loud. It gets stuck inside me…
We did the first one of these this morning. I’m up for doing it weekly. Will do a better invite next time. At the peak we had 16 or 17 people. It still felt manageable. And Brian broke us the news of the Prime Minister’s infection while we were live. But Facebook won’t allow me…
I’ve seen a few people on FB asking “Why on earth are people hoarding toilet paper?” or else “Why are people panic-buying toilet paper?”. My intention here is not to put these people down, but to try to unpick what I think is going on here. In Facebook bubble world, the hot-takes in response to…
Five weeks later and I’ve found some time to blog again. I’m having to pay more attention to where I put my efforts – people are getting to know that there’s another helpful chap around. I am, sooner or later, going to have to get used to disappointing people and saying no, but not quite…
I wrote this, and my manager Graham kindly read it, for the service last Sunday about the music work we do with people living with dementia and their carers. “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.” Twenty voices in unison releasing for a few minutes the individual identities we brought…
I started working as Community Worker at Guildford United Reformed Church in the middle of last November. It was fun trying to find my feet working in a church for the first time in the weeks running up to Christmas. I’ve settled into a bit more of a routine now and started writing weeknotes, primarily…
On Saturday afternoon, the weir and footbridge on the River Wey just upstream from the Millmead Lock collapsed. It’s a popular place for people to stroll at the weekend, so it’s not surprising that there was someone on the bridge at the time and given it’s 2019, equally unsurprising that they managed to shoot some…
I helped run the Redecentralize 2019 unconference in London last Friday. “Everyone wants to know what happened, but nobody wants to write a report” is an exaggerated version of a familiar refrain at unconferences. We used etherpads for people to be able make contemporaneous notes (although that was minorly scuppered by poor WiFi access). So…
I’ve spent some time this afternoon working out where some of my earliest stuff on the web is. It’s easy to forget now what it was like, at the turn of the century, to get a web site up and write stuff to it. The Wayback Machine is a great help, but the archiving runs…