Last week, I went to a lecture at my old college, the famous Imperial College in London on the topic of Energy Security. It was being given by the esteemed Sir Roy Gardner, the current president of the Energy Institute. He was a good presenter, and knew what he wanted to say and how to say.
I hate going to supermarkets anyway, they are dingy, with too much artificial cold light. They turn up their fridges many notches too high, so I have to wear a jacket to go there even in the summer. They are overcrowded, over-priced and over-packaged.
Is it a kick or just some gas? That is the BIG question. Rolling into week 17 of bearing my first one now. It's all exciting and weird. I feel exhausted, look bigger and am most curious about every detail.
Avidly I am reading each week's transformation for it and I.
Avidly I am reading each week's transformation for it and I.
64 years on, and although there is no Joseph Stalin, another strong man of Russia is in Tehran. Back in 1943, Stalin with Roosevelt and Churchill wanted to thwart the threats of Nazi Germany and its allies (متحدین).
A couple of days ago, the new PM of Britain, the one not actually elected, just replacing his mate Tony B, must have come up with an amazing revelation. He thought if hospitals were to beat infection, they need to be... wait for it...
I'm walking home, it's an average day, something draws my attention. A squirrel is running right in front me, crossing my path. It looks up at me, stops briefly, and carries on, not at all afraid of me!
The squirrel is of course not red, not like it should be, on this island that I live on.
The squirrel is of course not red, not like it should be, on this island that I live on.
