Kentish Town

I got to London a bit late but not disastrously so. Met with a woman who is helping Preventable Surprises with logistics, since Raj, Carolyn and I are all hopeless (issues with double MailChimp accounts, setting up automated banking, setting up Dropbox accounts, changing e-mail platforms).

Carolyn, Raj and I had dinner with Christoph Burger, a very jolly German who told us about a 50bb euro underground power transmission line that will be a complete waste because it will be obsolete by the time it is finished, due to technological developments in energy generation and storage. That didn’t seem to bother him because, he said, Germany has plenty of money and the project will create jobs. He talked about how Blockchain (a platform for digital assets, sort of like bit coin) will upend utilities as we know them. I struggled to follow the conversation (at a loud, trendy restaurant in Shoreditch) as I was a long way from the Belfast bed where I started the day.

When I’m in London, I stay with Carolyn, who lives in Kentish Town on a street where the houses look like this:

She lives in the basement apartment, which opens onto the back garden, and rents the upper floors.
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