Category Archives: Commutatis Maledictis

Planes

When I moved from London to Cromer, colleagues were genuinely aghast, How, they asked, would I get to international meetings? “Norwich International Airport,” I replied. It’s 35 minutes’ easy drive from my door. Parking is plentiful, cheap, and all of … Continue reading

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Train

I write this blog one-thumbed on my iPhone in a standing position on a packed train leaving Liverpool Street. It’s leaving 20 minutes late because the staff needed a break, because the train was an hour and a half coming … Continue reading

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Barefoot

I am extraordinarily lucky in being able to work some of the time at home. Today, after a drizzly start, the sun came out so that I could spend my lunch hour on the beach and, notwithstanding inasmuch as which, … Continue reading

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That Monday Morning Feeling

Hi Boss Normally I catch the 0620 from Norwich which gets to London 0820. Today however, the 0620 was cancelled due to ‘overrunning weekend engineering works’ (someone should tell Network Rail that Monday doesn’t fall on a weekend) so I … Continue reading

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Flying Down to Rio. Nearly.

Another week, another conference. Having been in the past month to the International Palaeontological Congress in London, and Euro Evo Devo in Paris, I’m off – in a couple of hours – to the International  Congress of Vertebrate Morphology in … Continue reading

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When Will They Ever Learn?

Dear Mrs Crox, I’m writing this in an uncomfortable standing position on the 1730 from London to Norwich (delayed, naturally). I had been sitting comfortably on the 1700, but when 1700 came and went and it all went dark, we … Continue reading

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The Evolutionary Anthropology of Beachcombing

I have been consumed with frustration in recent days. The principal cause of this has been industrial action by an assortment of trolls who think that holding strikes for pay in a recession, thus holding commuters to ransom, is a … Continue reading

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Who Was That Masked Man?

The closest railway station to the Maison Des Girrafes is not Cromer, but one just a little inland, called Roughton Road. The rush hour at Roughton Road hits its peak. Yesterday. Or, in fact, any day (not Sundays. Restrictions may … Continue reading

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Three Deaths

I’ve been brewing this post for a while. I apologise in advance for its somber tone, and the fact that it doesn’t mention chickens. I’d like to describe three deaths, which happened over a space of four days about a … Continue reading

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Commutatis Maledictis

I’ve been brewing an essay for a while now on that outmoded custom known as commuting and the related commercial pastime known as meetings. Before I go any further, some definitions are perhaps in order. com’mu-ting: the activity of travelling … Continue reading

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