The little boy's commute

Commuting back in time

 

That is a seriously old commuter... not unlike a very dignified mammoth.

Which got me thinking what if the dinosaurs still walked amongst us?

 Man would still live in caves. No scientific discoveries would have been made.
It would go like this:
"- have you heard about little Isaac newton?
- I hear he was taken away by a pterodactyl
- yeah... But he struggled and freed himself. Didn't do him any good though: he fell to the ground and crashed.
- I wonder why things are attracted to the ground and can't just float in the ether...
- yeah... I guess we'll never know. It's one of those things."

Commuting «école buissonnière» style

What is more odd...

A man, dressed in all falconry paraphernalia, bird of prey resting on his wrist, standing waiting at the back of Basingstoke train station, on a mild spring afternoon or a man in his underwear chasing a dog in a public park on a freezing winter morning?

You never know what joyful happening will reward your daily commute...

I like liquorice...

... so it was a huge disappointment when it turned out that the liquorice brought back from Copenhagen by a colleague turned out to be salty.
Not good! 

So bad in fact that it reminded another colleague of a Icelandic delicacy: Hákarl ("Those new to it will usually gag involuntarily on the first attempt to eat it"... Right...)

Basingstoke's north/south time shift

Nice light this evening...