London, Diversity & Inclusion

Mrs Brown says that in London everyone is different, and that means anyone can fit in. I think she must be right – because although I don’t look like anyone else, I really do feel at home. I’ll never be like other people, but that’s alright, because I’m a bear. A bear called Paddington.

A bear called Paddington

London town

The day had a good start – ½ kg weight drop, 0.5% fat loss, 0.3% water gain – all moving in the positive direction. Thank you weighing scale :)

Protein smoothie, bit of work, quick morning walk with Chewie, and I went off to London for meetings and meetups.

The meetings went well.
The post meeting coffee was good.
The walk from coffee shop to next meeting/up went quite well too.
Missing all the torrential showers we had today, and still getting all that walking in – excellent.
Hitting the step target just as I walked into the meetup room – perfect.

The meetup went well, though I couldn’t close the loop on a few conversations since I had to leave early, and couldn’t stay for the networking session after the Q&A.

First seat on top floor of the bus while going through some beautiful bits of dusk time central London – heartwarmingly good.

Got a good seat in the train, and it left within minutes of me getting in – ‘British efficiency’ good.

R & Chewie waiting in the car outside the station before I got there – ‘German efficiency’ good.

Happy dinner, catch-up of Gotham and, finally, getting crushed by R & Chewie as they lovingly plonked over my legs – good, good, and good.

Just making it under 2000kcal (1,973) – good!

When the worst thing about a day is that I went over my step target by 15%, it has to be called a good day, right? :)

On train back out from Waterloo. Thames, Westminster, then Vauxhall outside my window. Grey blue skies.

Suddenly, I’m in a train south from Bandra. Mahim bay spread out besides. Grey blue sea. Faint smell of the sea, the fish, the Mithi crawls out of memory, through the nose, into the heart.

I miss you, Bombay.

What does Cameron smoke He doesn’t get how…

What does Cameron smoke?

He doesn’t get how social media works. His government can’t figure a policy to tap the social media for better intelligence and riot control. He and his top colleagues don’t bother with it. So, when rioters use it for communication, in stead of tapping in and harnessing social media, he responds like any autocrat would – ‘block them when needed.’

Then he goes out and claims that it was the return & presence of him and his top ministers that got the riots under control. Yes, they were patrolling the streets in their superhero capes while the police were hiding in their stations. This comes from a prime minister who didn’t face the public in presence of media lest the heckling be telecast publicly. The police, the opposition and, now, even most of the public realise that the police numbers on streets of London are already low and cannot be reduced further. He, however, prefers to cut them further and instead wants them to ‘update their policing techniques’.

Well, there are only so many ways for the police to react when they are outnumbered 20-to-1 by rioters on the street. One is what they did – abandon some areas and protect others. Another is to go the way of middle eastern authorities – baton charges, water cannons, rubber bullets, tear gas, and, if nothing else works, live ammunition. Or, perhaps, they could just offer the PM and his top colleagues to the rioters as hostages and peace will return. I prefer the 1st one, but if that doesn’t work, I’d rather have option 3 before the 2nd one.

What London needs is a continuance of its low-force, community policing policies. What it also needs is more boots on the ground, not conservatives in power cutting the good services in the country.

Finally, I’m tired of this PM shouting from the rooftops that everyone needs to take responsibility for their actions, coming as it does from the fella who refused to take any responsibility in l’affair Murdoch for a long time despite pressure from all sides.

Proud of my girlfriend…

… on her first proper ride of the year, she bravely rode up the climb from Battersea into Clapham, amongst other smaller climbs. (It’s another matter that she stopped for 10 minutes after the climb to catch her breath and drink about a gallon of water.)

On another note, badly missing my NexusOne. Got the replacement SIM and popped it into the old E71. It’s nowhere close … :'(