Review

[https://i2.wp.com/stuartlennon.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/IMG_20161129_083442.jpg?ssl=1] Ducks on the Pill Brook at the end of my street. This morning, I was watching a very brave journalist broadcasting from Aleppo in Syria. I do not claim to have any real handle

A great read.

[https://i0.wp.com/stuartlennon.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/IMG_20161209_102312.jpg?ssl=1] What Ho everybody! Gratuitous photo of the Christmas tree and Nero the Schnauzer at his devastating cutest. Mrs L has decided that the tree should be in a new spot this year. Mostly, I

The roof of the world

What Ho! It’s been a bit quiet here. The front row has been recovering from the camino experience. The tighthead is currently recovering hard with The Sheep and the Decorator. Were I a betting man, I might suggest that some rugby will be watched and some beers consumed, even

Hold the front page! Candidate wins election.

[https://i1.wp.com/stuartlennon.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Tantrum.gif?ssl=1] Oh, I’m sorry. But really. Can we not just get over ourselves? What has actually happened? The USA has chosen its 45th President (The 20th Republican). There is some debate over the exact allegiance of

Hello, Google

[https://i0.wp.com/stuartlennon.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/google-logo.jpg?ssl=1] Yesterday, I posted about my love affair with Apple coming to an end. This was a little scary – as over the last few years, my brief encounters with Windows machines have not been happy ones. Never-ending

Bye, Apple

[https://i1.wp.com/stuartlennon.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/rsz_img_20161108_093158.jpg?ssl=1] I wrote here [https://stuartlennon.com/it-giants-grow-up/]about my penchant for gadgets and my frustration with the big IT names. In an effort to simplify my tech life, I had worked myself down

Ink, Ink and more Ink

[https://i1.wp.com/stuartlennon.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/rsz_img_20161107_142929.jpg?ssl=1] I recently rediscovered the pleasure of real pens, using real ink on real paper. This was as a result of considering techniques for writing, and I was led into a new world of

Sunshine

The lights had snapped on without warning in the dormitory. I had been awake for an hour or two, serenaded by an orchestra of snoring, grunting and farting. The Duck had not been awake. “Pu**** de m****.” He greeted the artificial dawn. “You do this in France…you die.” We
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