Cromercrox
is an author who lives in Cromer, Norfolk, England, with his family and numerous pets. He enjoys writing, playing rock organ, beachcombing, supporting Norwich City FC, and falling asleep. By day he is a Senior Editor of a well-known weekly professional science journal beginning with N, whose parent organisation wishes it to be known that none of the views expressed on this blog are theirs, because they don't know where they've been.Twitstorm
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... is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up agirrafechair. Make yourself comfortable.-
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
