Sun-kissed evenings in Porto never fail to impress.

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Sun-kissed evenings in Porto never fail to impress.

This is a low.
Starting March much as I did February by trying something new. This morning I completed my first Aquathon (Tuff Fitty’s Frost Bite event in Littlehampton, a 400m swim followed by a 5km run), finishing with a time of 50:35. I’ll take that!
Just got bitten by a dog, which kinda sums up this Thursday.
Falling down a mountain strapped to two slender skis feels like an analogy for life.
Lovely evening spent in a local pub, drinking beer, eating pie and mash and coming fifth (out of seven teams) in the pub quiz with my fellow quizzer, Becky. A truly wonderful way to start the week.
Fuck me, the conclusion to season 2 of The Night Manager was quite unexpected. Wow.
I bloody love Lyon.

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
This has been one of the most intense weeks of my life, both physically challenging and mentally exhausting. And it’s only Tuesday.
Gone skiing.
You don’t see this everyday.

I wasn’t blown away by Marty Supreme, but it has given me a new found appreciation of Tears for Fears.
Another circuit around the sun and time once again to reflect on a year gone by.
Once is an accident, twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern.
Today I… stayed up to watch the finale of Stranger Things (and wasn’t disappointed), took a morning walk with old friends, spent the afternoon with both my godmother and goddaughter and concluded it by getting hooked onto new series of The Traitors and The Night Manager. Pretty good start to 2026, I’d say.
Delivering a small Indiekit-shaped Christmas present, with a new beta release that includes some quality-of-life improvements alongside localisation for Brazilian Portuguese. Feliz Natal!

The mission patch for the CHIS (child health information services) discovery features Mavis howling to notify all nearby polar bears about an unvaccinated cub. She does so by standing atop a block of nearby cheese (sounds like chis).

The mission patch for the release supporting seasonal flu vaccinations features Mavis and her 2 cubs getting their boosters; one with a doughnut, another with a diamond.
Getting close to completing the fourth and final section of Bradshaw’s Guide. As of today, you can now find descriptions for all 1338 towns and cities published in the 1866 edition. Next up; adding the final set of routes and stations.
Completed it mate.

DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH, LANDO NORRIS! WORLD CHAMPION! 🏆
I have re-watched Die Hard and can confirm: it is a Christmas movie (no matter what the British public may think).

The mission patch to celebrate the digital services supporting the Autumn/Winter 2025 seasonal vaccination campaigns.
Attempting to avoid tourist treadmills in France and Spain.
Enjoyed drinks and a curry in Birmingham this evening alongside 6 familiar faces to celebrate an astonishing anniversary; 20 years ago this month, 4 web developers met in Walsall, and the Multipack was born.
The concourse at Euston station is now a festival of Rail Alphabet 2. Yet move beyond that and… well, God knows what font has been chosen for the gantries above the approaches to platforms (which themselves still use NR Brunel). One day there might be some visual coherence on the railway, but today is not that day.
Trying to buy tickets for a major tourist attraction in Barcelona. Three separate attempts fail to complete (session expired). Go to the attraction hoping to buy tickets in person; online purchases only. When speak to an official, tells me to use Google Chrome (I’m using an iPhone, which is a whole other issue but needless to say, this is not an option).
Just a small, insignificant example of how this century has rapidly turned into a techno-centric idiocracy.
Trying to buy tickets for a major tourist attraction in Barcelona. Three separate attempts fail to complete (session expired). Go to the attraction hoping to buy tickets in person; online purchases only. When speak to an official, tells me to use Google Chrome (I’m using an iPhone, which is a whole other issue but needless to say, this is not an option).
Just a small, insignificant example of how this century has rapidly turned into a techno-centric idiocracy.