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Anne's walking a half-marathon for CALM (Campaign Against Living Miserably) Help Anne Maningas raise money to support CALM (Campaign Against Living Miserably)

Following medical advice, common sense, & having a good listen to my body, I’ve concluded the best course of action today is to rest.

The spirit was more than willing, but the body is broken. I still want to walk the route I’d pledged, so we go again in March. 💪🏻

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Underrated 👌🏻

The highlight of my year thus far has been getting food poisoning from a sandwich I got out of Pret the other day; and having only just stopped vomiting, also deciding to walk a half marathon around London later on today.

Here’s hoping I don’t die, I guess. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m out by a few days, but…
Behold! 2026 in all its glory!

The last thing I need at this time of year is a near-miss with someone's CHILD. At a station I already have history with. 🙃 I implore those of you with teenage children (who travel to/from school without adult supervision) to remind your kids that railway platforms aren't f*cking playgrounds.

A variety of electronics from the late 90s to early 00s with translucent colored plastic cases

Nostalgia is a toxic impulse but also I miss the time when tech trends were things like "let's put everything in a translucent colored plastic case" instead of "let's add software to everything that lies and also accelerates climate change"

Thanks to anyone thats donated or shared thus far. I was a bit lax when I signed up with pushing the page, what with my recent return to work after long-term illness.

For those on the #MemeRailway - I've got a super team behind me holding a bake sale fundraiser at Harrow TCA next month.

Anne's walking a half-marathon for CALM (Campaign Against Living Miserably) Help Anne Maningas raise money to support CALM (Campaign Against Living Miserably)

I've struggled with ideation my whole life, but I'm fortunate to have an amazing support network. Back in September, I signed up to walk a half marathon this coming January 2026 to raise money for CALM, a suicide prevention charity, for those who are struggling.

www.justgiving.com/page/anne-ma...

So much of civilisation depends on people playing by the rules. Then people discover that, if they don't play by the rules, nothing happens! The sanctions most of us think are there actually aren't.
A system based on people being good chaps has no response when they stop being good chaps.

Nothing worse than getting into a heated debate in your workplace and a colleague (who may or may not have been complicit in ill-treatment) piping up saying how, “You were treated so badly by the manager.”

Why is it these people always pipe up with their “support” when it’s too late? 🙄

Trying not to cringe, but at the same time, it’s so aggressively ‘we-ignored-the-brief’ 🙃

I’m so glad I’m no longer in a role that requires me to use the work PCs/Outlook more than once a week, because it’s as if they cluttered it with whatever Microsoft junk add-ons they can go with. I don’t need Copilot to “tone down” my email when there’s a reason I’m being very direct.

A digital flyer featuring a background of a colour film photograph of a UK zebra crossing scene on a road in Chiswick, West London, with an aeroplane in the sky flying into some clouds. White text on top says 'Monad Presents 'Here & Now' Photo Exhibition 27/11'.

As ever, I'm terrible at promoting my own work, but on the off-chance that anyone is in London next week, I have two pieces being exhibited in a group exhibition.

📍 Morning Lane Studio, London, E9 6ND
📅 Thu 27th Nov
⏰ 8PM - 10PM

RSVP: partiful.com/e/NObR09kP7P...

Cheers!

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Obvs, I've not been a 'Miss' for a while, but to change that (or remove it), along with my first name, I've got to send back the replacement licence when it arrives, with a paper fucking D1 form that I can only get from a Post Office, send my marriage certificate, pay for Special Delivery...

10/END

As an added bonus (cos patriarchy): For whatever fucking reason unknown to me, when I applied for my provisional at 16, the DVLA automatically added on the 'Miss' title. My husband has never had 'Mr' attached to his - it simply has his fucking name on his licence.

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Trying to replace my driving licence online means having to put in my passport number, which pulls up my name without a hyphen, which doesn't marry up with what's on my driving licence (which has the hyphen), and so I can't use my actual passport for ID verification, even though it's me, FFS. 😂

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Better still, with the UK government slowly shifting stuff over to digital and the one login, I'm now at a point where there are basically two official versions of me that don't matchup, which causes a fucking headache when trying to do something like replacing a stolen driving licence.

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On the rare occasion that you have a website that lets you input a hyphen in the 'First Name' field, you will then sometimes have to enjoy the immigration or flight crew interrogation of how 'Your name doesn't match the one in your passport', all because of a hyphen (yes - I'm being serious).

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The problems start when you try to book flights and stuff. So, some websites don't recognise or allow hyphens in the 'First Name' field, whilst others don't recognise spaces, or both. So I either have to 1) drop the latter part of my first name or 2) spell it all as one word.

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Again, not a problem, but then it leads people down the garden path of thinking the latter part of my double-barrelled first name is actually a middle name (I don't have any), and it's consequently why, as I got older, I just stopped introducing myself as my actual name and go by just 'Anne'.

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My birth certificate records my name with a hyphen, but my passport does not. Back in the day of paper forms and when machine-readable passports were being introduced, even if you put the hyphen in, the new shiny passport would arrive without it.

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My given first name is double-barrelled, and it was when I was Giving Notice of Marriage that the registrar realised the name on my provisional licence (for proof of address) was different to my photo ID (my passport).

Not a problem usually, but when you travel internationally, oh boy.

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A boring thread about the joy of official documents, the systems that record them, and names with symbols in.

My marriage certificate is the only document that records the fact I'm technically known by two names, which actually is the same name, just one with/without a hyphen.

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Black and white film photograph of the exterior of the former Whitechapel Bell Foundry site, as seen from the corner of Fieldgate Street/Whitechapel Road. A flock of pigeons are caught mid-flight, blurred in the photograph as they fly upwards, disturbed by the noise of a passerby putting something in a nearby commercial wheelie bin. The old and hand-painted wooden sign for the foundry on the brick wall is covered in pigeon droppings, with paint peeling from the large sash windows.

I'm still sad about what happened to the Whitechapel Bell Foundry. I visited the foundry back in 2016; I walked past it last month, and besides it looking very unloved and no longer a hive of activity, the site has stood still since operations ceased in the spring of 2017.

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What the hell are you up to, Wes Anderson…

When you look up ‘karma’ in the dictionary 🌚

They came, they saw, they conkered How the Peckham Conker Championships became the capital's dirtiest fight

Hard-hitting journalism from the capital's premier conker competition. Great to report this one for @londonermag.bsky.social!

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An instant film photograph (with a distinctive white border) of Kit Mackintosh in a black shirt with the top buttons undone. They are sat at a sage green typewriter, in the middle of Covent Garden, London, with a yellow sign (that can't be fully seen) that says 'POEM' on it.

An instant film photograph (with a distinctive white border) of Kit Mackintosh in the middle of Covent Garden, London, sat on a camping chair in front of a small wooden garden table. On top of the table is a sage green typewriter, with yellow signs on the front of the table and back of the chair that says 'Poem - about you or any topic - pay what you want'. A crowd has gathered around the typist.

A scan of an A4 piece of white card with lower case typewriter text; a poem about overcoming sadness by Kit Mackintosh. It reads as follows: we exist at times uncumbered under ashen night we are swallowed by those figments of our minds at times by reality by those concrete agonies that have severed us from loved ones and at other times they are those accidents of mind those sadnesses that are whispered in thoughts that exist awry and, in the former, we wait- we patiently see that these agonies are temporary and for those that are writhing in our mind- we must learn to exist in the bliss of sensation- in not feeling we must seek to be overcome in thoughtless ecstacy

Last weekend, I met Kit Mackintosh.

Sat at a typewriter in the middle of Covent Garden, he invited people to pay what they want for a poem on a topic of their choosing.

I asked him to write a poem about overcoming sadness.

www.version3point1.co.uk/blog/sadness

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Then and Now: London’s transport in photographs | London Transport Museum Then and now: London's transport in photographs showcases historical snapshots from the capital's public transport network alongside recreated images.

So far, so good. Thanks. 🙂

It’s on display until Spring/Summer 2026.

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