Fear Itself

I haven’t done this before. Last week I quoted from Roosevelt and as part of checking the accuracy of my quotation reviewed his inaugural address, delivered on the fourth of March 1933. That’s coming up on 77 years ago. I was struck by the relevance of his comments, of the stark religous flavour of an address given by a man so often buoyant and amiable; with broad strokes Roosevelt illustrated how he intended to work as president and identified clearly and with great perception the nature of the challenges faced then, and, of course with the benefit of present sight, now.

Trepidation

I started a new job this morning. After about two and a half years in the old one it’s time to move on. In case you’re not aware, I have been working as a Senior Monitoring Officer for the London Borough of Newham since 2007. Newham is an East London borough situated just North of Thames as it winds its way past the Millenium Dome, the Surrey Docks, now Canary Wharf, and out to sea. SMO is a little bit of a misnomer; in many ways I served to provide performance information and related data so those of you in the public sector will know all about that.

But what am I doing now?

Audit

I must admit that I am a solid fan of all things fantasy and science fiction; mind you my wife does all she can to ensure that I remain a fan as opposed to an enthusiast. A part of her character for which I am increasingly grateful, at least most of the time.

Close of Play

It’s here; the end, or at least the beginning of the end.

Shrove

Today was pancake day.

I’m not going to say a great deal about it really. Only that initially I forgot all about it. When I remembered I quickly learned a very important lesson.

Moving On

This is my last week in my current post. I’m not sure why it would happen today, but this morning a sense of loss and excitement settled on me like ash; almost imperceptibly weightless yet stark against clean clothes. It’s an odd sensation. I suppose it could be fear.

Heroes

The new season of Heroes is being released one episode at a time on BBC iPlayer. A dangerous set of circumstances indeed.

Paddington Station

I took a trip in to Paddington today to collect my mother-in-law and her friend Tina. They had just arrived from the United States that very morning, although not by train. The vast majority of their journey was conducted under the auspices of North West and took place within a shapely aircraft produced by those wonderful people at Boeing. Specifically a Boeing 767 which, confusingly for many, is considerably smaller than a Boeing 747, a true jumbo jet if ever there was one.

My own travel was almost as easy as being flown. At least it was after I discovered that my mobile phone, a Sony Ericsson C903, includes an efficient route finding programme called, easily enough, Navigator. It was that discovery that brings me to my topic for today. Satellite Navigation systems or Sat Nav’s.

Do Better

There are so many service providers in the world, some good some bad. There’s no way you could possibly know the quality you can expect from an individual provider unless you try their services or someone else recommends them. Or warns you. Today, I bring you a warning.

Portraits

You may remember that earlier in the year I mentioned CreativePhotogenic. What I said before was all true; now I have more to say.