street cameras
we all know about street cameras, but here are some street screens. big brother is watching you, but sometimes he might want to communicate back. this is how it’s done.
we all know about street cameras, but here are some street screens. big brother is watching you, but sometimes he might want to communicate back. this is how it’s done.
here is more wisdom from Brother Edd:
“i would download the whole world if i could”.
makes you think.
the dti have an anti-scam site which is quite nice.
click cup for link
public service blogging at its best
someone has parked their ladder in the street. to draw attention to it someone else has drawn a massive white arrow. ladder drivers don’t need to park in car parking spaces. they could simply lean their vehicles up against a wall.
how do ladder learn to drive you ask ? obvious. you strap them on to the top of a car (usually an estate car) and drive round for a bit. they soon pick it up.
i said they’d be no more pictures of me, but here i am yet again. this time i’ve managed to secure a blue wig from the same charity shop as everything else i’ve bought this week.
i’ve provided you with a desk shot (with the now ubiquitous cemetry jacket) and a head shot. i need to develop a proper smile for photos. perhaps i need media training.
the wig is not some novelty item – it’s an actual proper wig with a an actual proper inside bit so you can get it to fit properly. Madonna used to take her stuff round to these local charity shops, so maybe it’s one of hers.
also note the tidyness of my desk in preparation for an office move in two weeks. more about this another day …
walking through london has its hazzards. traffic is the main one of course. people trying to sell you stuff comes a close second. have you joined CUP yet ? you should.
this chap tried to sell me a wet Big Issue. he offered a joke a drier alternative. i said i would give him £1 if i could take his photo to put on the website. so i did.
i had just bumped in to an old colleague so he gave him some cash for the joke. i won’t repeat the joke because
1) it’s not very good
2) you might want to buy the joke from him yourself despite point 1.
3) i didn’t buy the joke, my ex-colleauge did, so it’s not right that i pass it on
he hoped that the photo would bring us all luck. so good luck to you all !
here is another transportation device exempt from the congetion charge
one chap was cleaning the outside, another the inside, and behind them was a giant poster of a lady. the outside bloke’s phone rang and the inside bloke checked his watch. all seemed very bizaare (like my spelling). two people so close and could even see each other, but totally oblivious to each other’s behaviour !
bet you can’t guess what this is ? it’s a load of fridge doors covered in baby lotion. as seen in arty selfridges arty window display.
what’s this you say ?
it’s the window on my train this morning. the windows are double glazed and about 2 metres wide. this morning my window had water in between the two panes of glass to the depth of about 2 cm. Whenever the train accelerated or slowed down a lovely slow wave of water would ripple along the window and the angle of the water would change. it was really soothing and i watched it for the entire 40 minute journey.
they should fit them as standard.
happy thanksgiving to any american readers who may stray this way over their holiday period. i found this lovely music whilst researching what Thanksgiving was actually about. the music says it all.
i found an R earlier in the week. this evening i found loads of letters on pieces of paper blowing down the Edgware Road. They were spread over about 200 metres and took a while to track down and photograph.
This letter W was the trickiest to capture as every time i turned it over it blew back face down. there was an old man watching me so i told him what i was up to. he then walked off.
generally, when people stare at me, i often find that telling them what i’m doing is the best way of moving them on.
i bought another wig today for £3. the shop assistant was a smartly dressed lady in a wig. she was a he if you know what i mean. shopping in london is such fun. this is the same shop which sold me my cemetry jacket …
here is esther demonstrating the wig. she wanted to keep it in her room overnight so she can put it on in the morning when she wakes up.
and he’s an even crazier thing. look at the sparkle in esther’s eye from the original version of the photo above:
the wig has powers we know not of. probably
there’s a small difference between a sign and a sigh. the difference is the length of stick on the letter n/h.
therefore, this week, i recommend you swap the two words wherever possible
Bobbins is another word for rubbish. Spool is another word for bobbin. you spool through an audio or video tape to skip the rubbish bits. a skip is also something you put rubbish in. bobbins is another word for rubbish. and so it goes on.
you remember i told you about a hotel which was riddling (wriggling?) with cops and spooks last week cuz George was in town ?
well, it’s also the place where the psychelic slick was. and this morning, a load of multicoloured broken glass looking all twinkerly in the pouring rain:
interestingly they had a load of matresses in a skip outside the side entrance. perhaps George’s people asked them to be disposed of ? or maybe they were going to get some new ones anyway and waited until they had gone to get some new ones in. or maybe this was the only way of getting rid of the secret agents’ bed-bugs ?
following comments on my original Pop Idol post, i sent an email to the production coordinator of Pop Idol saying “can you tell me if there is going to be a kids pop idol at any time in the future on British TV ?”.
here is the response:
stuck for a Christmas gift ? here’s my first suggestion …
royal family paper dolls