
London photo: be like Tweety Bird
There’s a giant birdcage with a swing in it in the plaza between King’s Cross and St. Pancras train stations.

There’s a giant birdcage with a swing in it in the plaza between King’s Cross and St. Pancras train stations.
I’m heading to Paris for art and wine and general hanging out.

The ending might have worked going to grandma’s house once upon a time, but it doesn’t work in 2015.

Oooo, who is that woman the Doctor is speaking to? I have a guess…

If you want to get your picture taken at Platform 9 3/4 at King’s Cross Station, you will have to wait a long time.

Catching up ahead of the Series 9 debut…

Almost five years in London, and this past Saturday I finally made the pilgrimage to American-style shopping mall the Westfield Stratford.

As is all too typical, the men here get to have full lives (such as careers or talents that drive the story) while the women only to get to have those men.

This he-sees-dead-people drama slathers on the moping misery with a trowel, and indulges in a wishy-washy ambiguity that serves no purpose.

This is how you do it: You don’t relegate women to mere sidekicks to men, and you give the women things to do that actually drive the plot. Easy peasy.