Happy May Day!

I am currently trying to bring “faugh!” back as an exclamation of disgust or contempt. I think the time is right.

Just watching a documentary about the Edmund Fitzgerald. I wonder if they’re going to take on a load of iron ore 26,000 tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty?

Yet again I research a railway proposal from the early 70s and find someone suggesting hovertrains.

Gnampf

Autocorrect really hates my phonetic pronunciation guide for Dutch place names.

The Amsterdam Metro, as envisaged in 1968.

I had a dream last night that the Governor of Louisiana invited me to come up with a new tourism slogan, because the old one, “It’s a Place,” was no longer working.

A lovely video about the superb St Ives branch line by @jagohazzard.bsky.social - astonishing to realise that we nearly lost this gem! Some would say it's even nicer than our own Severn Beach line! #bristolrail www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8Ub...

Researching the Brussels Métro be like: Line 1: “Phew, this is pretty complicated!” Line 2: “Wow, this is REALLY complicated!” Line 3: “I wonder if my old job would take me back.”

A hermit is just a German hobbit.

Bad news, I thought I’d flagged a taxi down, but this is a hearse.

WRITING ME: I should talk about this line as well. EDITING ME: Oh great, now I have to draw another map. Thanks a bunch, Writing Me.

I bought a new rug and now I’m just enjoying walking on it.

My baby niece has learned how to do an evil laugh. So proud.

I had a dream last night that I was in a play with, among others, Sir Patrick Stewart. Clearly my ego is out of control.

I knew this dame was trouble the moment she entered the office. “And what should I call you, Miss…” “Goretti,” she said huskily. “Storm Goretti.”

Friday night, and once again a script about graphic design has spiralled into a digression about the Great Western Railway’s connection to the slave trade.

Happy New Year you all!

Real steampunks tie the safety valve down.

Have a great Christmas everybody!

Accidentally wished for a supergroup consisting of Mike Batt, the London Philharmonic Orchestra, Ozzy Osbourne, Billy Connolly and Frank Bruno and then this happened.

Ayy, Dick van Dyke just turned 100. Good for him.

RIP to one of the greats.

I have reached the stage where the phrase “this bus terminates here” triggers my fight-or-flight response.

Accidentally photobombed someone filming on the Overground. I’m everything I once despised.

For your consideration.

“Babe, they named a ship after you!”

PARTY! youtu.be/zkLv8xO3tqI?...

Working on a Halloween video at midnight. What’s the worst that can happen?

My channel is about to hit a milestone and I’ve just finished making something rather special to celebrate. It’s not a cake.

Watching The Prisoner. More creators should end their series with a finale that makes no sense and offers no answers and actually just makes things more confusing.

Burial or cremation? Neither, I intend for my body to be hung in chains off the Isle of Dogs, pirate-style.

ME: The politics of mining in the North East in the eighteenth century are SO CONVOLUTED. ALSO ME: I bet this would make an awesome model railway.

It’s funny how your tastes change with age. I hate climbing the stairs, but my baby niece has decided that it is the most fun it is possible to have.

The Rapture actually happened, it’s just that nobody was Saved.

No, I do not have time for the Rapture this week. I’m far too busy. Next week you can have a Rapture.

*tidying one corner of the office up so I look professional in the Zoom meeting*

Why can’t silent majorities ever shut up?

There is an art to complaining to management.

Didn’t get much sleep last night because I was *checks notes* writing these notes.

Hi train companies. It’s really decent of you to provide charging sockets and all, but can I request one more favour? Charging sockets that work.

Just watched the new adaptation of The War of the Worlds. It’s like they only realised three quarters of the way through production that they were supposed to be adapting The War of the Worlds.

I’ve spent two days researching the history of the ice trade. If I don’t make a video about it, I’m going to feel guilty about that.

RIP Tom Lehrer, absolute master of dark-edged comedy.

Being whimsical in the comments section.

IDEA: Remake Star Trek IV, but instead of whales, the aliens are trying to contact Scatman John.

I hear they’re planning a new Judge Dredd movie. I hope they finally adapt the story where Dredd yells at a shrimp.

I always find the best way to give myself a dose of humility is to buy a new appliance and attempt to use it for the first time.