trolley
poor thing
November 2004
rememberance day
i was at a meeting last night which finished just before 6pm so we could go out and watch a couple of old planes fly over and drop pettles on london. so we did.
unfortunately it was dark and although i saw the fly by i didn’t get a decent photo so won’t show you (this never normally stops me!).
lots of the bridges were lit up in red and the whole town was full of people.
projections on a building and dropped petals:
and i finally found out what these lights were for:
the search lights remained searching way after the planes had gone:
(bottom left bigable by the method of clicking)
extendable whatsits
look at this yellow cherry picker. i just love the way it extends out of itself. a bit like those bird things
BT tower from the ground
amazingly there’s a little street which you can walk down which takes you right under the BT Tower.
the street is full of survellance cameras of course, but should also be full of photographers !
(click photos for big versions)
reflected in the building next to it:
the tower is so completely skinny (especially that base bit) and seems even more so when viewed from this angle. it’s sort of locked in to the ground underneath apparently, but i’m glad i didn’t take this photo before i went up !
Up BT tower on a sunny day
i went up BT tower again this lunchtime and the weather was fantastic. unfortunately the sun haze meant i didn’t get any decent shots of westminster this time, but i’m quite pleased with these ones.
click all the photos for big versions – the first one is full size so is 1MB (but you can study it close up) !
compare this last photo to this i took just over a month ago!
sky high catering:
if you know your geography and the height of the tower you can probably triangulate and work out what time i took this photo (or just check the EXIF data if you are nerd):
not quite beach volleyball
here are some workmen playing keepy-uppy over their security tape.
pull up nannies
here is a shopping list.
nrawn
notatoes (no potatoes)
catrot (cream to stop your cat smelling)
pull-up nannies (they are so tired they need a hand to get off the sofa)
napies (cross between a nappy and a pie – nothing is wasted here)
mysterious thing in our holiday cottage
now here’s a strange thing. jane found it in a cupboard in our holiday house on the isle of wight. it says:
STARTER PACK for ‘R’s sheep
do not insert at once – familiarisation first !
we didn’t dare open it up.
lights in plastic bubbles
it’s the Lord Major’s show in london at the weekend and strange things are appearing all over the place. i assume these lights in plastic bubbles are somehow related.
they looked like giant bubble wrap. can you imagine the satisfaction in popping one !
inverse shadow in a field up a windy hill
1. take a picture with your own shadow in.
2. convert to black and white.
3. convert to negative.
4. adjust brightness/contrast to taste.
5. enjoy the eery result.
click to inspect
emlyn hughes
i know very little about football. but i did used to collect panini football stickers when i was a kid. (i’ve been very impressed that panini have diversified in to the chewey bread market).
i used to love football stickers for three reasons:
1) the feeling of removing the back of the stickers after the endless chase to find the corner which would lift up
2) the fanastic smell of the glue
3) the silkyness (and later, shineyness) of the club emblem stickers
4) the hairstyles of the footballers (this was the 70s).
that’ll be four reasons then.
it’s amazing i’ve turned out so well adjusted isn’t it !
i remember emlyn hughes from those sticker days. and also from when i used to live in sheffield (he was our local celebrity). i once shook his hand you know. i was amused that he had a son called Emlyn Hughes and a daughter called Emma Lyn Hughes. i thought that was’t very british.
anyway, he sadly died yesterday. and bizarrely his book was at the front of the pile in our downstairs loo.
builder’s broth / street soup
if the pine tree is the default smell of outside-ness (as seen on air freshners and toilet cleaners) then the smell of melting tar in the back of a lorry should be the smell of choice to represent town-ness.
it’s got to be one of the best smells ever and i’d be very happy to install chemically-produced-equivelent-smelling-products in my life.
what’s your favourite town smell ? i don’t think there are that many nice ones – cooked breakfasts from cafes in the morning possibly ? keep it pleasant !
blocked by the cleaners
this street cleaner moved to the side slightly when it saw me taking a photo. when i squeezed by to get past he switched on his little side water yets and wetted my shoes !
trolley
trolley at the Needles, Isle of Wight.
