I’m Stuart Lennon.

Here, I explore how to survive, even prosper, in this mad world. Thanks for coming by.

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"May we live in interesting times..."

Sir Keir Starmer very carefully said as little as possible to upset anyone, a feat which he managed rather well, resulting in him becoming Prime Minister. Since his elevation, he's looked rather surprised by it all and blundered about somewhat haplessly.

Ministry of the Obvious

Donald Trump is the President-elect of the United States. He won the Electoral College and the popular vote. The Republicans have a majority in the Senate and look likely to win the House. It's a red wave—a slam dunk, a grand slam, a massacre—you get the

Brizzol

My new phone blared its alarm, as requested, at 404. As the phone was new to me, I had no idea how to silence it. Eventually, having woken the house, I managed to get me, the phone and my spectacles into a lit bathroom where I discovered the correct swipe

Get a Grip

What’s wrong with the UK is the European Convention on Human Rights. Yep. That’s it. Mitterand, Adenhauer, and that wishy-washy woke Churchill. They’re to blame for everything. I mean, you win one war, and everybody lionises you.

Pup Update

Having told you about the attack on Charlie, I want to keep you updated. The wee fellow is in good form. Fingers crossed, he got off lightly. I'll take him back to the vet on Friday for a check-up.

History doesn’t repeat, but it rhymes

Six years ago, give or take a couple of weeks, Nero, our gorgeous Schnauzer, was mauled in an attack by a dog that had been allowed to roam free out of control. He didn’t make it, and my wife has never wholly recovered. Today, Charlie, Spice, and I were

Hacking away

“We determined on 14 August 2024 that your personal data was obtained by the unauthorised third party, which included your name and your postal address, email address, driver's license, credit card number and expiration date, date of birth, and phone number.”

Back from Basel

We meandered down from the Minster in the Old Town, crossing the Rhine on a sturdy bridge. The sun glittered on the fast-flowing river: a bucolic scene. My heart stuttered as I saw a head bobbing along in the current. Had someone fallen in?
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