The Anonymous Widower

The Jumbo Jet on Top Gear

I have been curious about the 747 Jumbo, that appears in the background of many of the scenes on Top Gear. I just wondered how it got there and I found the story of G-BDXJ on Wikipedia. It was originally called City of Birmingham.

Now, I had thought that a 747 of this name had been involved in the Jakarta Incident, where the aircraft lost all power because of volcanic dust from Mount Gulunggung.  But it was actually called City of Edinburgh and the story of the flight is one of my favourite books, called All Four Engines Have Failed by Betty Toothill, who had been a passenger on the flight. It is a marvellous study of adversity and how to come through it unscathed.

The captain of the aircraft, Eric Moody, will go down in history as giving the most understated  instructions as a disaster was unfolding.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them under control. I trust you are not in too much distress.

We would all hope we could be so cool under pressure.

There is also a happy ending to the story, in that nobody was killed or even hurt. But also the author of the book, Betty Toothill got married to a fellow passenger.

This surely, is a story that deserves to be made into a film.

Sadly, I have lost my copy of the book.

February 13, 2011 Posted by | Transport/Travel | | Leave a comment

How to Make Dome-Headed Bolts

As I have said several times on this blog, the builder of my house was possibly named Jerry.  His worst piece of work was undoubtedly the staircase, which instead of using brass nuts and bolts, as probably specified by the architect used brass painted steel ones.

I have got part of the way, but to fix the staircase to the floor of the house, Jerry used Rawlbolts, which couldn’t easily be replaced, as they were set in concrete.  I got this far and you can see it looks a bit better but some are round one way and others the other.

In the end I decided I wanted some dome-headed bolts.  But just like the perfect woman doesn’t exist, the perfect bolt doesn’t either.  Although there are some good ones about.

So I had to make my own.  I started by purchasing some 10 mm. mild steel studding from Thomas Brothers at Archway. I used steel rather than brass, as this might give less trouble with dissimilar metals in contact causing corrosion and anyway Thomas Brothers don’t sell brass studding. They also were kind enough to cut the studding in half, so that I was less likely to poke someone’s eye out on the bus home.

I started by securing the studding in my Workmate.

Studding Secured in the Workmate

I then sawed off an appropriate length using a standard hacksaw, The stud was cut to be perhaps two centimetres longer than the steel bolt I wanted to replace.

The Cut Length of Studding

The problem with cutting any screw threads is that when you cut it, you damage the threads and nuts are difficlt to fit. You can mitigate the problem by putting a new blade in the hacksaw, but you really need one of these.

Hexagonal Screw-Cutting Die

It is a 10 mm. hexagonal scre-cutting die, that effectively cuts threads in round bars. Or in this case recuts damaged threads. 

My father had lots of these, although his were round and were held in a special wrench.  But because they are hexagonal, you can use them with a good ring spanner to cut the thread. I’m doing just that here, after first mounting the cut stud vertically in the Workmate.

Recutting the Threads

I actually turned the die from one end of the stud to the other to make sure that all damaged threads were repaired.  All I had to do then, was screw a dome-headed nut onto the pristine length of studding.

A Dome-Headed Bolt

They are now all installed in the staircase. 

The Bolts in Place

You can’t tell which ones are my fakes and which are the ones the builder put in the right way round.  Or was it the wrong way?

He didn’t put them in level either!

February 13, 2011 Posted by | World | , , , | 4 Comments

Surprising Barnsley

Some of the places I’ve visited on my travels like Scunthorpe and Middlesbrough could not be described as places that make the most of what they’ve got.

What I would find, as I went north on my train from St. Pancras, I did not know.

I actually travelled north with three young Millwall supporters, who were supporting their team at Sheffield.  When I said, that I’d had a stroke, one of them said his brother had too.  At just 16 too! So we can’t all be too careful, can we?

But the Interchange  station at Barnsley was a surprise.

Barnsley Interchange

Very often, stations are badly designed and in the wrong place in the town, with poor interchanges to other modes of transport.

Cambridge is a classic example, in that it’s some way from the city centre, the buses to get aren’t obvious and also for the amount of trains that call at it, it isn’t big enough. I suspect too, that the ill-fated busway will have a terrible interchange, when surely one of the reasons for the busway, should have been to get passengers to the trains. But trains and buses operate under different budgets and compete with each other, when they should be complimentary.

There is no such problem in Barnsley in that the station lies alongside the town centre and contains not only the train station, but the bus station as well. The football ground, Oakwell, is a ten minute walk the other way.

Barnsley Signs

Signage, as so often could be better and more numerous, but then it’s difficult to miss Oakwell. But at least in Barnsley the signage is there, which can’t be said for Edinburgh, which is supposed to be a tourist destination.

You actually walk up a hill to the ground and then approach it downhill, through what is a grassed car park.

Walking Down to Oakwell

In some ways the approach is more like one you find at small non-league stadia, rather than one that incoprates 23,000 spectators.

The football was a bit disappointing in that Ipswich gave away a winning lead in the last minute.

But all-in-all, it was a good day out!  I felt especially good as I walked up the hill towards the station without a hint of being out of breath.  Perhaps it was the sun, that we’d enjoyed all day.

February 13, 2011 Posted by | Sport, Transport/Travel | , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Living on a 30 Bus

One of my friends has commented that I always seem to be on a 30 bus.  It’s just that it’s so useful to get to and from the Angel, Islington, Kings Cross, St. Pancras, Euston and the Selfridges end of Oxford Street, especially as the stop is just around the corner and has one of those displays which tell which buses will arrive soon.

Yesterday on my trip to see Ipswich at Barnsley, the journey didn’t start with a small step, but it started and finished on a 30 bus.

A 30 bus was involved in the London bombings and 13 passengers tragically died in Tavistock Square. But it isn’t the only tragedy connected with the route.

Memorial Garden at Highbury Corner

This picture shows the memorial garden at Highbury Corner.  The plaque commemorates the 26 people who died in a V1 attack on June 27th, 1944.

But the route isn’t all about sadness, as at Islington Green, you pass the statue of Hugh Myddelton, one of those who shaped our city.

Statue of Hugh Myddelton on Islington Green

Every time, you use water in the city, there is a chance that some of that water has arrived courtesy of the New River; Myddelton’s project from the early seventeenth century that transformed London’s water supply.

From the Angel, I then travelled down Pentonville Road to Kings Cross, getting off just before the station and crossing the maze of roads into Kings Cross.

Arriving at Kings Cross on a 30 Bus

Hopefully, when they create the new public square in front of King’s Cross station they’ll make this pedestrian access a lot better.

At least though work inside the station seems to be progressing well, with the pedestrian bridge and the associated lifts seeming to be taking shape under a newly restored roof. 

Coming home too, I was lucky in that I walked through the station after buying a Cod Mornay for my supper from Marks and Spencer in St. Pancras and had to wait just two minutes before a 30 bus appeared to take me home.

 

 

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