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. My walking shadow is carried along a hedge by moving headlights. Leaves take it in turn to practise being snow flurries. A trio of bins, one at a rakish angle. As I turn the corner, streetlights stop dancing and stand still, successfully smothering laughter.
November 15, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Late stroll. My walking shadow is carried along a hedge by moving headlights. Leaves take it in turn to practise being snow flurries. A trio of bins, one at a rakish angle. As I turn the corner, streetlights stop dancing and stand still, successfully smothering laughter.
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Man on the bus: I've just missed my stop. What an idiot.
Woman: That's nothing. I once got off the plane in the wrong country.
Woman: That's nothing. I once got off the plane in the wrong country.
November 14, 2025 at 7:46 AM
Man on the bus: I've just missed my stop. What an idiot.
Woman: That's nothing. I once got off the plane in the wrong country.
Woman: That's nothing. I once got off the plane in the wrong country.
November 14, 2025 at 7:13 AM
Late stroll. A cat sits sphinx-like in the streetlit road and jealously guards its shadow. Litter dances delicately with the gusts, then lands elegantly. White cottonwool cloud interrupts darkness to show off the moon. A brake-light makes a traffic island blush coyly.
November 13, 2025 at 8:24 PM
Late stroll. A cat sits sphinx-like in the streetlit road and jealously guards its shadow. Litter dances delicately with the gusts, then lands elegantly. White cottonwool cloud interrupts darkness to show off the moon. A brake-light makes a traffic island blush coyly.
Anything below 60 is a good score, so pleased with this.
Daily Octordle #1388
3️⃣8️⃣
7️⃣4️⃣
🕚6️⃣
5️⃣9️⃣
Score: 53
Daily Octordle #1388
3️⃣8️⃣
7️⃣4️⃣
🕚6️⃣
5️⃣9️⃣
Score: 53
November 12, 2025 at 10:34 PM
Anything below 60 is a good score, so pleased with this.
Daily Octordle #1388
3️⃣8️⃣
7️⃣4️⃣
🕚6️⃣
5️⃣9️⃣
Score: 53
Daily Octordle #1388
3️⃣8️⃣
7️⃣4️⃣
🕚6️⃣
5️⃣9️⃣
Score: 53
The basses doing some final practice.
November 12, 2025 at 7:24 PM
The basses doing some final practice.
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To the Barbican this evening to see Simon Rattle and the Bavarian RSO in Janáček and Bruckner. Anyone else going? #classicalmusic
November 12, 2025 at 7:29 AM
To the Barbican this evening to see Simon Rattle and the Bavarian RSO in Janáček and Bruckner. Anyone else going? #classicalmusic
To the Barbican this evening to see Simon Rattle and the Bavarian RSO in Janáček and Bruckner. Anyone else going? #classicalmusic
November 12, 2025 at 7:29 AM
To the Barbican this evening to see Simon Rattle and the Bavarian RSO in Janáček and Bruckner. Anyone else going? #classicalmusic
Late stroll. The world is damply squelchy. Breeze moves branches, and shadows on shadows dance on leaf mosaics beneath. The telegraph pole stands like a hind-legged caterpillar hiding mischievously behind a streetlight. The moon reclining aloofly lets clouds drift by.
November 11, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Late stroll. The world is damply squelchy. Breeze moves branches, and shadows on shadows dance on leaf mosaics beneath. The telegraph pole stands like a hind-legged caterpillar hiding mischievously behind a streetlight. The moon reclining aloofly lets clouds drift by.
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)
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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
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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.