A decade ago I nearly died. Rushed to hospital seriously ill, and given just a 1-in-3 chance of surviving to the following week. I had HIV, and it nearly killed me.
About 10 years ago I bought a brand new camera. Quite a good one for the time, and although it had wider usage, the motivation was a specific event that I wanted to photograph with something decent.
I marked an anniversary of my birth recently, and moved into an entirely new demographic box.
I am not much for shopping for clothes, not because I am the sort who is comfortable looking scruffy, but because it is such a chore, and deliberately designed to be so by the fashion retailers.
A day trip to Folkestone? To look around a train terminal? Sounds good!
As part of the WW1 commemorations, a new art work is to go on display across the London Underground -- a backwards poster.
Hidden away from casual glance on a side street behind Stockwell tube station sits one of the great post-war marvels of architecture.
A small rarely opened museum filled with a huge Victorian testing machine has secured a 2 month extension on its lease offering potentially just a few more chances to visit.
I didn't want a new mobile phone, but the old one was finally screaming in agony when I tried to use it and so it had to be prepared for the knackers yard and put out for rendering down to make more glue.
If you pass down Choumert Road from Peckham Rye station, you may occasionally stop to look at a locked metal gate protecting a verdant alleyway. Ordinarily, only those who live within can turn left into first class accommodation, but just once a year, all and sundry are invited within.
The last of three public consultations is opening for comment about the plans to upgrade the Bank tube station complex.
Well, this is damn embarrassing frankly. Those who know me know I have been engaged in an increasingly frantic search for a job before my money ran out.
Another year over, and as many look forward to the year ahead, I am left pondering a mixed year that has passed by.