Feeling good as we run into Christmas with time and space to think about stuff. And in particular how difficult I’ve found it to think genuinely new and difficult thoughts.

Reflections on a gig I did this week on unconscious bias in advertising

A challenge to make myself read 12 biographies in 12 months has evolved into a personal commemoration of the First World War. A desperate attempt to find a way to connect with the privation and suffering of the conflict.

I swam today in the men’s pond for the first time ever. Mainly because it’s so damn hot today. Got me thinking about the role of challenge and adventure in our lives

Not for the faint hearted, a right old meander physically and verbally though kings cross and grays inn.

Why I’m singing, why I’m enjoying singing and the tantalising thought of being able to say ‘I can sing’

I'm done with Kipling, September's biography. A pain to read and I'm not entirely sure I like the man. Nonetheless its done and I'm on to October.

If you can manage all 800 pages here is Andrew Lycett's biography of him