Marginally different

The trouble with this whole stopping and taking a photo of the big hoose is that it easily leads to the whole taking a photo thing having been done and as well as having nothing remotely interesting to say, you also have nothing remotely interesting to show.

Deal with it. That's how life is. Still, admire the clouds.

But apart from some arse on what looked like a single speed (but was actually an Alfine) riding like a dick down George Street purposelessly weaving around traffic only to be caught easily by the fat boy on his not single speed bike at the next lights (much to his disgust and excessive pedalling effort when the lights changed, unfortunately in the wrong gear to get any acceleration), nothing else happened, apart from work and the usual irritations that go with it.

But the question is: should I buy a better table saw than the crappy and hopelessly inaccurate Machine Mart one I have? I think I'm answering my own question here.

London tomorrow. By airyplane, which is different and if the travel plans come true, much quicker than the train.