Monthly Archives: October 2003
trains were delayed this evening at paddington. when this happens you can never be sure which platform your train will come in to.
i took a punt (a risk, not a boat) and went to platform 13 which is where the 17:52 usually goes from. on the way I saw this wripped up piece of paper on the floor.
it was telling me to ‘turn’. this would have taken me to platform 12 of course (as anyone familliar with paddington station will be able to tell you).
i ignored the warning and continued, taking my life in to my own hands.
i waited at platform 13 for a while and …
here is a mysterious thing i saw on the way back home tonight. it’s a massive black box on the left connected with some wires to some electronical thing on the right. it’s location was outside a strategic British Telecom telephone exchange (i shall not reveal it’s actual location, nor indeed how i know this information)
so what is the device ? is it likely to go boom ? is it part of a telephone exchange ? is it a congestion charge enforcing device ?
who knows. who cares
here is part of a playing card. i don’t know which one it was originally so it’ll just have to be a spare one in the deck if i ever get the complete set
we are all p[r]awns in a bigger game. we all know that.
and now so is my email address. if you have been sent a virus apparently from me, then it wasn’t. it was from someone else. so there.
does anyone say the word “chum” any more ? if not they should do.
i had a meeting in liverpool street this morning and travelled back to the office by foot and tube. i actually got off the tube at the wrong stop so was walking [in] a very strange way.
it was at some random point in some random street where I saw my old university chum ‘neil’ (last spotted about 6 years ago in sheffield).
we had both been goths at university. neither of us were very good at being goths because even though we looked the part, neither of us was very good at not-smiling.
we reminisced about auditions for Blind Date and attending concerts, and exchanged potted life histories. both of us now lack our goth-locks, instead choosing a close cut style. i blame the excessive use of hair spray.
(this photo was one of the deleted ones which i managed to recover with the unregistered version of Photorecovery – see here)
so, a marvellous coincidence. (i also bumped in to an old school chum a couple of weeks ago in paddington station one morning. i think i was on the way to liverpool street then too. it’s like my life is slowly passing before my eyes or something)
i had some really nice photos for you today. but i accidentally deleted them. there was a really good one of a man attempting to push a building down the street. here is a very small version:
it was recovered by photorecovery. it’s $40 to register (then you can recover the full sized photos) It’s not worth it for me for the two photos I want. definately worth considering if i start doing this trick more often though !
i’ve taken 7300 photos with my camera and this is the first time i’ve accidentally deleted any 🙁