Thanks to Eliza for the pictures.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Vincent Alert!
UK Vixens, I have just noticed that The Thirteenth Floor is on the Sci-Fi Channel on Wednesday at 10.40pm.
Thanks to Eliza for the pictures.
Thanks to Eliza for the pictures.
The fight goes on
Today I phoned Network Rail, and received the good news that there is a 6 month waiting list for people to have their tree-lopping plans examined by those who have to approve them before they start. Time for us to get a plan into action.
Of course, the Mayor's office can only reply with negative comments about what CANNOT be done. Not an option. Something HAS to be done. So get off your arses and DO it.
Of course, the Mayor's office can only reply with negative comments about what CANNOT be done. Not an option. Something HAS to be done. So get off your arses and DO it.
In A Muddle
Last night we should have had this:
What we got was this:
How can they explain that yesterday Eames was back, but tonight she's still off?
They have also given information to the listings magazines that both Unrequited (which should have been on tonight) and Pas-de-Deux (which is due on Monday)are BOTH episode 13?
What we got was this:
How can they explain that yesterday Eames was back, but tonight she's still off?
They have also given information to the listings magazines that both Unrequited (which should have been on tonight) and Pas-de-Deux (which is due on Monday)are BOTH episode 13?
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Gravesend and Pocahontas
Although Blackheath (see previous post) was not a plague gravesite in the 14th century, Gravesend is so called because it was the farthest the boats removing bodies from London during the Great Plague of 1666 went with their cargo.
It's also where Pocahontas died in 1617 just after setting sail from London to return to Virginia. She is buried in St George's Churchyard there, and this romanticised statue to her has been erected.
It's also where Pocahontas died in 1617 just after setting sail from London to return to Virginia. She is buried in St George's Churchyard there, and this romanticised statue to her has been erected.
Blackheath
Blackheath is a vast 275-acre open grassland area in south-east London, just a mile or two from where I live.
The Romans built Watling Street across it; Chaucer's pilgrims going to Becket's tomb at Canterbury Cathedral passed through it.
In 1381, the Peasants' Revolt, led by Wat Tyler, was crushed here by the King. I drive down Wat Tyler Road a couple of times a week.
Many people think that the name Blackheath comes from the burial of plague victims there in the 14th century, but the name predates that event, and no plague pits are recorded there.
The church in this picture is All Saints, and it was the parish church of the Archbishop of of Canterbury's special envoy to the Middle East, Terry Waite, who was kidnapped in Lebanon. He was held captive for nearly five years, being released in 1991. He can still be seen in the area, and it's hard not to smile at him, his face is so familiar. He always smiles back.
The Paragon is an extremely imposing crescent of houses linked by enclosed cloister-like sections. It was completed in 1805. It has stunning views across the heath, and itself provides a magnificent view in return.
The Pagoda was built in 1760 for the Earl of Cardigan. I couldn't find a decent colour picture of it on Google. I think I could live there quite happily!
The Romans built Watling Street across it; Chaucer's pilgrims going to Becket's tomb at Canterbury Cathedral passed through it.
In 1381, the Peasants' Revolt, led by Wat Tyler, was crushed here by the King. I drive down Wat Tyler Road a couple of times a week.
Many people think that the name Blackheath comes from the burial of plague victims there in the 14th century, but the name predates that event, and no plague pits are recorded there.
The church in this picture is All Saints, and it was the parish church of the Archbishop of of Canterbury's special envoy to the Middle East, Terry Waite, who was kidnapped in Lebanon. He was held captive for nearly five years, being released in 1991. He can still be seen in the area, and it's hard not to smile at him, his face is so familiar. He always smiles back.
The Paragon is an extremely imposing crescent of houses linked by enclosed cloister-like sections. It was completed in 1805. It has stunning views across the heath, and itself provides a magnificent view in return.
The Pagoda was built in 1760 for the Earl of Cardigan. I couldn't find a decent colour picture of it on Google. I think I could live there quite happily!
There is another Blackheath in Surrey, to the south-west of London. When I was at school, I had an English teacher who had an identical twin. Her sister lived in Blackheath. When my teacher came back from a stay in Canada, she made her home in the OTHER Blackheath. A rather extreme example of twin behaviour!
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Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Wildlife update
No-one has been to give our trees more chopping today, which means we have one bonus day to try and get things in motion.
Our Green councillor has found only the negative. I hsve been in contact with Natural England and the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds, who are much more helpful.
I emailed the Mayor whose lackey has contacted the planning office, but as they can only repeat what CAN'T be done, if he takes them at their word and does no more, he will be worse than useless.
Our Green councillor has found only the negative. I hsve been in contact with Natural England and the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds, who are much more helpful.
I emailed the Mayor whose lackey has contacted the planning office, but as they can only repeat what CAN'T be done, if he takes them at their word and does no more, he will be worse than useless.
Mad Hops are coming
It's on tomorrow night. Tonight's F.P.S. with the computer geeks, but I haven't actually capped that!
Lots of treats in this slideshow!
Lots of treats in this slideshow!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Murderers!
I can't believe that the guy who wanted to build on the wild land behind the houses opposite me has sent in axemen to destroy the trees. He was not supposed to touch it until there had been a wildlife survey. But NO-ONE at the local council - including the elected Green councillors - seems able to do a thing. I've emailed the Mayor, but he is a prize dick, and I doubt he will lift a finger. While they dither, the habitat for our wildlife is being destroyed, and the baby foxes have spent the day running around in panic at the desecration of their home, a place where humans haven't set foot for at least 60 years.
I HATE these people. They are pure evil, and I hope they die soon, slowly and in agony.
I don't think that's extreme, do you?
I HATE these people. They are pure evil, and I hope they die soon, slowly and in agony.
I don't think that's extreme, do you?
Monday, July 16, 2007
Hot and Bothered
I'm so hot and bothered I thought I'd make matters worse with some gorgeous, mouth-watering pictures of the lovely man.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
A treat for Molly's girls
Some of the ladies over on Molly's site haven't seen the still which appears to show Vincnet's endowment.
I'd reprint the one of him in his underpants, but it's someone else's picture, so till I cap it myself, please satisfy yourselves with the post of October 2006, in those deep dark days before I knew I could screencap.
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There's actually a series of these, taken a split second apart. I'm not obsessed or anything...
I'd reprint the one of him in his underpants, but it's someone else's picture, so till I cap it myself, please satisfy yourselves with the post of October 2006, in those deep dark days before I knew I could screencap.
.BMP)
There's actually a series of these, taken a split second apart. I'm not obsessed or anything...
Cat Show
I was on my way home from seeing my friend Julie's cats at the East Sussex Cat Show yesterday when I got stuck in the nightmare I described a couple of posts ago. I only took one picture, of Tabitha the Bengal, and did not use the flash so as not to alarm her, so the colour is pretty poor. Tabitha is a spotted tabby with a gorgeous, smooth, silky coat and this photo does justice to her looks and personality, but not to her colouring.
I love the way she and Julie's other cat, Xerxes, made their litter trays into beds. It's as if they say, "You want me to look pretty for the judges? See how they like this!"
Notwithstanding, both cats won lots of rosettes.
I love the way she and Julie's other cat, Xerxes, made their litter trays into beds. It's as if they say, "You want me to look pretty for the judges? See how they like this!"
Notwithstanding, both cats won lots of rosettes.
Happy Family
Not one of my favourites - it's so very dark - but it's on tomorrow night, so I thought I'd start to cap it.
The theme is - just something a bit different.
The theme is - just something a bit different.
Flying to New York
Which is what I could have almost done yesterday in the time it took to drive home the 30 miles from my friend's house in Tonbridge.
The end of the tailback on the M25 London Orbital Motorway (referred to in a previous post as The World's Biggest Car Park, and yesterday living up to that reputation) was just after I'd passed my last opportunity to leave the motorway for several miles. The accident that caused the tailback had only happened 3 hours earlier, so there hadn't been much time to put up signs to tell people not to join the motorway. The warning signs were flashing a 40mph speed limit, to which my reply would have been, "Yes please". Actually, 4mph would have been speeding under these conditions. Passengers had time to leave cars, take a pee in the bushes up the embankment, and take a leg-stretching stroll before returning to their vehicles, which might have moved forward a car length or two. I stopped counting broken-down cars on the hard shoulder when I reached 30. Three lorries had to stop for their drivers to take what i presume was a rest break, or they would have been driving for illegal lengths of time.
I stayed in the inside lane for two reasons: I wanted to be able to pull over if my car showed signs of failing; and even before I knew the extent of the holdup, I had decided to leave by the next exit. It was only a few miles, so I thought it might take half an hour rather than the usual 5 minutes. Just add three hours to that! The cars in the other lanes were moving more quickly, which astonished me, as we were all now going to be leaving by that same exit, and my lane was the correct one for doing so.
There were a lot of cars trapped behind the accident, which happened at the exit slip after the one we had to leave by, and is the one I would usually take. Thirteen vehicles were involved, and today on Google I discovered that a 2-year-old died. The trapped cars were eventually diverted on to the other carriageway and sent back whence they had come. Then the traffic news on the radio announced that "all the trapped vehicles had gone."
Excuse me. Hello! Am I not trapped, along with all these thousands of other people travelling at slower than snail's pace and unable to go anywhere? Is that not the same as trapped?
My one-hour journey took four-and-a-half hours, and when I got home, Saturday evening was all but gone. I'm very sorry about the toddler. And I hope that for him and for all the people whose lives were made an absolute misery (including the many who must have missed flights, since the motorway delivers people to the roads for 3 airports) the person or people responsible for the mayhem suffer suitable punishment. Unfortunately, in this country, that usually means a fine and a couple of points on their driving licence.
The end of the tailback on the M25 London Orbital Motorway (referred to in a previous post as The World's Biggest Car Park, and yesterday living up to that reputation) was just after I'd passed my last opportunity to leave the motorway for several miles. The accident that caused the tailback had only happened 3 hours earlier, so there hadn't been much time to put up signs to tell people not to join the motorway. The warning signs were flashing a 40mph speed limit, to which my reply would have been, "Yes please". Actually, 4mph would have been speeding under these conditions. Passengers had time to leave cars, take a pee in the bushes up the embankment, and take a leg-stretching stroll before returning to their vehicles, which might have moved forward a car length or two. I stopped counting broken-down cars on the hard shoulder when I reached 30. Three lorries had to stop for their drivers to take what i presume was a rest break, or they would have been driving for illegal lengths of time.
I stayed in the inside lane for two reasons: I wanted to be able to pull over if my car showed signs of failing; and even before I knew the extent of the holdup, I had decided to leave by the next exit. It was only a few miles, so I thought it might take half an hour rather than the usual 5 minutes. Just add three hours to that! The cars in the other lanes were moving more quickly, which astonished me, as we were all now going to be leaving by that same exit, and my lane was the correct one for doing so.
There were a lot of cars trapped behind the accident, which happened at the exit slip after the one we had to leave by, and is the one I would usually take. Thirteen vehicles were involved, and today on Google I discovered that a 2-year-old died. The trapped cars were eventually diverted on to the other carriageway and sent back whence they had come. Then the traffic news on the radio announced that "all the trapped vehicles had gone."
Excuse me. Hello! Am I not trapped, along with all these thousands of other people travelling at slower than snail's pace and unable to go anywhere? Is that not the same as trapped?
My one-hour journey took four-and-a-half hours, and when I got home, Saturday evening was all but gone. I'm very sorry about the toddler. And I hope that for him and for all the people whose lives were made an absolute misery (including the many who must have missed flights, since the motorway delivers people to the roads for 3 airports) the person or people responsible for the mayhem suffer suitable punishment. Unfortunately, in this country, that usually means a fine and a couple of points on their driving licence.
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