Jeremy Benson
@jembenson.bsky.social
Adviser @aqaeducation.bsky.social, MAT and @RSPH.bsky.social trustee, ex-senior civil servant; classical music, #LCFC 🦊, England⚽️🏏, walks, photos, words (no politics); husband, father, generally curious
https://substack.com/@jembenson
📍 Leicestershire, UK
https://substack.com/@jembenson
📍 Leicestershire, UK
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Late stroll. The park in the dark, gazed on by a universe of light-pins. A row of concrete blocks queues patiently by a building site, hoping for work tomorrow. In silhouette a round-topped signpost is a person dangling directions from its arm. A new driver’s green P.
November 10, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Late stroll. The park in the dark, gazed on by a universe of light-pins. A row of concrete blocks queues patiently by a building site, hoping for work tomorrow. In silhouette a round-topped signpost is a person dangling directions from its arm. A new driver’s green P.
Late stroll. Winter quietly practises breathing chillair on my face. A blank roadsign awaits instructions. Shadow-blotches paint the path, a memory of streetlit leaves. A trench edges its way up the pavement, followed by a slow-marching row of orange guard-barriers.
November 9, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Late stroll. Winter quietly practises breathing chillair on my face. A blank roadsign awaits instructions. Shadow-blotches paint the path, a memory of streetlit leaves. A trench edges its way up the pavement, followed by a slow-marching row of orange guard-barriers.
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The Year: a new poem.
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
November 9, 2025 at 7:59 AM
The Year: a new poem.
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
Reposted by Jeremy Benson
Perhaps the saddest thing about leaving Twitter is standing on a random station platform and not being able to tag Ian McMillan into a tweet claiming (wrongly) that Paul Simon wrote Homeward Bound there. (I’m on the very spot here at Kettering where the song was conceived.)
November 8, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Perhaps the saddest thing about leaving Twitter is standing on a random station platform and not being able to tag Ian McMillan into a tweet claiming (wrongly) that Paul Simon wrote Homeward Bound there. (I’m on the very spot here at Kettering where the song was conceived.)
If you see this, post an album cover with a vehicle on it.
November 9, 2025 at 3:37 PM
If you see this, post an album cover with a vehicle on it.
November 9, 2025 at 8:39 AM
Reposted by Jeremy Benson
On a street corner, three solemn-looking men stand together in deep silence. One of them reverently holds a ginger cat tea cosy.
November 8, 2025 at 7:27 PM
On a street corner, three solemn-looking men stand together in deep silence. One of them reverently holds a ginger cat tea cosy.
The Year: a new poem.
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
November 9, 2025 at 7:59 AM
The Year: a new poem.
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
(I wrote a few words about it here: jembenson.substack.com/p/the-year)
Mark-Anthony Turnage’s new opera The Railway Children had some lovely music, great acting especially from the 3 children, & real drama & cumulative power - I found the ending genuinely moving. A bit hard to follow the intricacies of the story on one watch, but hope to have a chance to hear it again.
November 8, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Mark-Anthony Turnage’s new opera The Railway Children had some lovely music, great acting especially from the 3 children, & real drama & cumulative power - I found the ending genuinely moving. A bit hard to follow the intricacies of the story on one watch, but hope to have a chance to hear it again.
Perhaps the saddest thing about leaving Twitter is standing on a random station platform and not being able to tag Ian McMillan into a tweet claiming (wrongly) that Paul Simon wrote Homeward Bound there. (I’m on the very spot here at Kettering where the song was conceived.)
November 8, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Perhaps the saddest thing about leaving Twitter is standing on a random station platform and not being able to tag Ian McMillan into a tweet claiming (wrongly) that Paul Simon wrote Homeward Bound there. (I’m on the very spot here at Kettering where the song was conceived.)
This made me laugh out loud.
An Early Modern Way of Having Too Many Browser Tabs Open
An Early Modern Way of Having Too Many Browser Tabs Open
Also: some maps, dropped on other maps.
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November 8, 2025 at 1:34 PM
This made me laugh out loud.
Thought I’d mention that since I started my new job last month I’ve used LinkedIn more (though I’ve never posted anything starting ‘Happy to share’…). I write a weekly Friday post, more serious than I tend to do here, partly but not all work-focused - in case anyone wants to follow me there too.
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November 8, 2025 at 1:21 PM
Thought I’d mention that since I started my new job last month I’ve used LinkedIn more (though I’ve never posted anything starting ‘Happy to share’…). I write a weekly Friday post, more serious than I tend to do here, partly but not all work-focused - in case anyone wants to follow me there too.
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Looking forward to hearing Mark-Anthony Turnage’s The Railway Children at the QEH tonight. Tom Service interviewed the composer about it this morning (from about 2h04 here); Turnage tantalisingly hints that he may yet write a symphony...
November 8, 2025 at 1:09 PM
Looking forward to hearing Mark-Anthony Turnage’s The Railway Children at the QEH tonight. Tom Service interviewed the composer about it this morning (from about 2h04 here); Turnage tantalisingly hints that he may yet write a symphony...
Just noticed that, insignificantly, I have more followers here than does my derelict account at the other place.
November 7, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Just noticed that, insignificantly, I have more followers here than does my derelict account at the other place.
Late stroll. A palimpsest of leaves decorates the path autumnly. The zebra crossingy parallel slabs of whiteness. A distant lone firework snorts sadly. The stain on the road is a shadow of something that isn’t there. A dark tree can only be sensed against a dark sky.
November 7, 2025 at 9:30 PM
Late stroll. A palimpsest of leaves decorates the path autumnly. The zebra crossingy parallel slabs of whiteness. A distant lone firework snorts sadly. The stain on the road is a shadow of something that isn’t there. A dark tree can only be sensed against a dark sky.
November 7, 2025 at 7:08 AM
Still one ticket left.
November 6, 2025 at 10:34 PM
Still one ticket left.