Tag Archives: Manchester
Olympic paranoia at Old Trafford
Chatting with a steward outside Old Trafford we talked of the Olympic Stadium. I told him about my family’s trip there on Saturday. He told me about Old Trafford. They get 75,000 people on a matchday- they know how to … Continue reading
Will the Big Society sort pensions?
When people get to their sixties, they are faced with some big choices. There are life-style choices as they face up to their bodies not being able to do what they once did and their brains not being quite as quick as they … Continue reading
DC Risk sharing aux etats de Jersey
A year ago I wrote of the NAPF 2010 gig as our train departed Lime Street. I’m writing as my train pulls out of Piccadilly-Joanne may be aboard. I hope she’s not bought another first class ticket as this train has been … Continue reading
24 cheers for The Pension Play Pen Lunch
There’s a fine tradition in this country of people getting together in coffee houses and taverns and sorting out how and with whom business should be transacted. This was how the insurance market was founded in London and it still is how … Continue reading
From the Piccadilly tram
I have long wanted to go to work on a tram, through Salford. I write to you from Media City tram stop. I am bypassing the “Lowry Corporate wi-fi network” though the thought of Lowry endorsing mobile blogging appeals. Instead, courtesy … Continue reading
Life in the fast lane
I am writing to you from the fast lane of the M3 adjacent to Bracknell. Is writing therapeutic? I am not sure, but I suspect that you are probably asking yourself whether I am writing and driving at the same … Continue reading
Blog from a bus
I’ve never blogged from a bus before but this one’s going so slowly up to Hammersmith from Brentford that I’m blogging to keep myself awake- hope I don’t put you to sleep.
Couldn’t have put it better myself
“In a year’s time”, he says, “it will almost certainly look totally different to this”. Continue reading
Which half of me is a woman?
Henceforward I will deem myself unisex in all things. How delightful to have become if not the fairer, at least as fair a sex!
Hotel stupid
The Hotel itself is clearly designed by bar-code or the information of people’s behjaviour that gan be gleaned from your Tesco card. Continue reading