Technology, Books and Other Neat Stuff

There's a small flock of geese flying around Putney this morning, gently honking in time to their wing beats. For some reason every time I hear them I imagine that they're a small herd of clowns on bicycles, parping tiny hooters as they pedal up the street.

(This surreal moment brought to you by Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.)