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A number of you messaged me after I wrote about my big A0 calendar, and there was a quite a lot of interest in doing the same.

The main reason why I got the calendar was to visualise upcoming events, and it’s been really useful for that purpose.

However, an unexpected benefit is being able to look back at all the things that have happened this year: friends and family visiting, trips taken, and shows we’ve gone to. Those little markings on my calendar give me a snapshot of my year so far, and serve as a reminder to be grateful.

It’s widely known, and proven, that brushing our teeth for a minimum of two minutes is required for good oral health and hygiene.

And although electric toothbrushes are widely regarded by dentists as being superior to manual toothbrushes, I think they stand atop the podium because of one simple thing: the two-minute timer. It removes the need for measurement and thinking. It turns an action critical for our health into something automatic.

Although the invention can’t be attributed to a specific person, I’m grateful that someone, or some group of people, back in the 90s pushed for this to become a standard across all electric toothbrushes.

The benefit to cost ratio is difficult to calculate, but I bet it’s insane.

You know how your phone gets sluggish and slow when its battery gets down to 5% charge? It takes a moment for apps to respond, and there is a noticeable lag between input and response.

Our bodies are the same. Hard tasks, difficult conversations, and deep thinking should be saved for when the body battery is fully charged.

If you read my post from a few days ago, you’ll know Maru and I were hoping to get Oasis tickets. Unfortunately, we missed out.

Even after waiting for 3-4 hours to get into Ticketmaster, there were 400,000 people ahead of us in the queue for our chosen concert date. There was no chance we were getting a ticket.

There’s been a lot of complaining online about how poor the ticketing experience was. Millions of hours were wasted by hundreds of thousands of fans who missed out.

It made me think that “live” ticket sales are antiquated, not to mention an impossible task for a ticketing company to manage at the point of peak demand.

Why not just have a ticket ballot that’s verified by mobile phone number? People can have many email addresses but are less likely to have many phones. And it would save millions of hours of wasted time.

For the past six years, Maru and I have been playing poker with the same group of friends.

In all that time, our buy-in hasn’t changed: a token £5. And our collective poker skills have not improved; at all.

But now we spend much longer having dinner, and much less time playing poker. I think that, and the lack of poker improvement, says a lot about what’s really important.

We’re in Wales for the weekend, and on our way out of London there was a huge traffic jam on the motorway. The cars were backed up for what seemed like a few kilometres at least.

Thankfully, we won the coin flip and the jam was on the other side of the road.

It got me thinking about how if I was caught in the multi-hour jam, I’d likely be complaining during, and for many hours after.

However, because I was on the side with free flowing traffic, I was grateful for a few minutes but quickly moved on.

It reminded me of one of our human tendencies to feel loss more acutely than we feel gain. It’s an instinct worth fighting against.

The recent Oasis announcement—the reunion of the famous, feuding Gallagher brothers to play seventeen shows together in the UK and Ireland in 2025—has sent music fans around the world into a frenzy. It will be their first show in 16 years since splitting in 2009.

Since Maru and I met in 2010, she’s been ever consistent about her favourite band: Oasis. I couldn’t believe it when she showed me the official live concert video of Oasis at River Plate Stadium in Buenos Aires where during Wonderwall the camera zooms in on Maru waving her arms and singing along.

Coincidentally, we were at a local Italian restaurant in Kentish Town about three months ago when Noel Gallagher sat down at the table next to us. Maru told Noel how much she appreciated his music, and after her being called “one of the most polite fans he’s ever met’, he insisted they take a photo. She was over the moon.

All this to say, we’ll be hoping for some good luck this Saturday at 9am when tickets come on sale.

I learned recently that a dog’s sense of smell is more than 10,000 times more acute than humans’. That’s order of magnitude difference is hard to fathom.

We have about 6 million olfactory receptors, whereas a dog has over 300 million. I thought this would imply that their sense of smell would only be 50x better, but when I asked Claude AI it told me, “The number of olfactory receptors alone doesn’t directly translate to the overall sensitivity of smell. It’s an oversimplification to assume a linear relationship between receptor count and smell acuity.”

A dog can tell so many things through its nose. It can identify individual humans and dogs; including their gender. They can detect health conditions, like if someone has low blood sugar. They can smell emotions and pregnancy. They can tell when there’s a change in the weather, and how long it has been since someone or something has been in the area. It’s really quite mind-blowing.

So next time you’re out on a walk with your furry friend, remember to let em smell.

The idea always sounds better in our head.

And there’s a temptation to leave it there; to let it remain a dream, a vision, and a possibility. That’s because when it stays in our head, we still get the joy of thinking it’s good idea, but we don’t have to deal with any of the criticism.

However, when we put the idea down on paper or share it with others, we’re inviting challenge, criticism, and rejection. And that’s precisely what’s needed to turn a dud idea into a gem.

I enjoy Celtic music, in particular the bagpipes. There’s something intriguing and captivating about low drone and the melody that sings over the top.

A friend recently recommended Brighde Chaimbeul’s album ‘Carry them with Us’, and I was struck by the fourth song: Banish The Giant of Doubt & Despair.

It’s a bold name that feels like it has a textured and complex story behind it. The mystery is part of the magic too.

If you enjoy Celtic music too, give the album a listen!

On his podcast, Steven Bartlett asked Jimmy Carr, the British-Irish comedian, what was his top piece of advice to become a better speaker.

Carr replied, “Speak at 92 beats per minute.”

There’s a rhythm to the words when they come out at 92 bpm. Carr is such a believer in it that he listens to playlists with only songs at 92 bpm prior to going out on stage to do his set.

There isn’t an exact science here, but Carr is a fantastic orator, and I think there’s something here.

There’s a baseline set of things we do every day to stay healthy and feel our best.

We sleep, we eat, we brush our teeth, we floss, we shower, we change our clothes.

Fitness—or some form of physical activity—should be on the list too. But it’s all too easy to skip, to find an excuse, or to push it to tomorrow.

And don’t think I’m on my high horse here. Most of the musings on this blog are lessons I need to hear. I didn’t want to run today, nor did I want to lift.

But then I thought: fitness and flossing.

Yesterday I went to a Death Cafe. I know it sounds morbid, but it really isn’t.

I discovered the Death Cafe movement via a Frank Ostaseski’s seminar ‘What the Dying Teach the Living’ that he presented at the Long Now Foundation. He spoke about the value of the movement, and it piqued my interest.

In their own words, “At a Death Cafe people, often strangers, gather to eat cake, drink tea and discuss death. Our objective is ‘to increase awareness of death with a view to helping people make the most of their (finite) lives’. A Death Cafe is a group directed discussion of death with no agenda, objectives or themes. It is a discussion group rather than a grief support or counselling session.”

I had a hunch London would have a Death Cafe, and sure enough, the wonderful Blackfriars Settlement charity in the borough of Southwark hosts one every two months.

I went by myself and was a bit nervous, but the experience ended up being profound. The facilitators from Blackfriars Settlement stuck true to the ethos of the Death Cafe movement. There was no agenda, they established a clear set of ground rules, and they encouraged open, vulnerable, and honest conversation.

It’s rare in London to talk to strangers, and even rarer to talk about something as personal as death, but over the course of two hours, I spoke with six people ranging from their mid-thirties to their late-seventies, about practical, emotional, and philosophical aspects of death.

Most of all I was impressed by the level of respect, dignity, curiosity, and thoughtfulness that each participant brought to the conversation. There was no topic that was off the table, and no perspective that was shunned. Everyone approached the evening with an intention to understand.

I’m glad I went, and I’ll likely go again.

The estimate, guess, correlation, forecast, plan, and hedge are all attempts at achieving certainty in uncertain situations.

Isn’t it odd then how we act surprised when things don’t go to plan?

I’m trying to rewire my expectations a little. I still plan, forecast, and estimate. But I’m trying to worry less when things don’t go to plan, and am trying to spend more energy on my response.

I can’t tell if the shift has been slow and subtle or abrupt and immediate, but I’m now planning my food intake much more carefully around my workouts, as well as stretching deliberately before and after.

All I know is that I never used to time my fuel, or bother with recovery. It just never felt necessary. Or more accurately, my body never told me it was necessary.

But now it has become second nature. I’ll start feeling lethargic if I’m underfed, or my muscles will feel tight without proper mobility and recovery.

I don’t want to call it an age thing. But it’s an age thing.

As I’ve written about before, my goal is to train in a way that I can turn up tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, ad infinitum.