Author Archives: JJS
The week that was – Episode 17
🇬🇧 Of Quantum confusion, bum shots and flying sand Let’s rewind the highlight reel of Week 17, 2025—a week that began with high-minded physics and ended with flying sand, plant hydration experiments, and an Easter lunch fit for medieval nobility. … Continue reading
My AI sidekick is getting too smart
🇬🇧 So, I’ve been spending some quality time with my new AI buddies – Copilot, ChatGPT, DeepSeek, Aria, Le Chat, and Claude. And let me tell you, things are getting WEIRD. In a good way… mostly. I’m talking about some serious leaps forward in the ‘General … Continue reading
The week that was 16-2025
🇬🇧 A sunburned nose, quantum physics and a hint of Karaoke Ah, spring. That magical season where you can go from sipping rosĂ© under the sun to huddling inside with a blanket and wondering whether it’s too early to switch … Continue reading
Lost in translation
🇬🇧 (Inside my own head) 🖋️ This morning, before my first sip of coffee (a critical tactical error), I found myself staring into the middle distance asking a deeply philosophical question:In which language do I think? Now, this isn’t a … Continue reading
The week that was 15-2025
🇬🇧 Dancing Queens, warm ales & sunburnt noses This week was brought to you by the letter A: ABBA, ale, art, and, well… after-sun lotion. The highlight (and possibly the glitteriest moment of 2025 so far) was a quick cultural … Continue reading
A dream of holograms and a reality of airport queues
🇬🇧 After a blissful night’s sleep filled with visions of holograms and swirling lights—thanks to the ABBA Voyage show—I woke up with the distinct impression that Bjorn and Benny had taken up residence in my subconscious. The concert had clearly … Continue reading
London calling
🇬🇧 A taxi fare, a time warp and a touch of ABBA magic Let’s start with a simple travel tip: if you ever feel like you got a great deal on a flight, London taxis will be happy to correct … Continue reading
Quantum quandaries and pints in London
🇬🇧 For once, my Ryanair flight to Stansted wasn’t a claustrophobic test of human endurance. In a rare twist of fate, the plane was half-empty, giving me enough space to almost stretch out and almost be comfortable. Small victories. With … Continue reading
I do it my way 