The Cheesegrater
The Cheesegrater is another building under construction.
London seems to have a good naming systems for buildings these days. Do other cities and countries stick the definite article in-front of a nick-name.
London has or might have The Cheesegrater, The Gherkin, The Pinnacle, The Razor, The Shard and The Walkie-Talkie for starters.
The Pinnacle
The Pinnacle is another building going up in London.
Although as the pictures show, construction has halted for the moment. The Cheesegrater is in the background, with the wall of yellow scaffoulding.
The Back Of Moor House
I think this building with the distinctive windows is Moor House.
It does remind me of Oriel Chambers in Liverpool.
But that building was completed in 1864 or 140 years before Moor House.
The Heron Tower
The Heron Tower is a newly-built skyscraper in the City of London. I can actually see it from my front window, as some of these pictures show.
It is the tallest in London after The Shard. And I like the Heron Tower much better.
Memories Of That Was The Week That Was
They’re talking about That Was The Week That Was on Radio 5, this afternoon.
It was on late at night and I had to get up early in the morning. So my father used to get me up just as the program started.
I can remember several things about the program.
- Bernard Levin’s interviews. My father hated pomposity and nearly got himself a hernia laughing at some of Levin’s interviews.
- Frankie Howerd on the Budget, which is surely one of the greatest monologues ever written and performed. It was written by Muir and Norden.
- The program on the death of President Kennedy. Surely, the finest tribute program ever.
- Millicent Martin’s songs. And her dresses that appealed to a 14-year-old.
- David Frost’s tactics to handle overrunning of the program.
I’ve never seen anything so good since.
This Junk Mail Got It In One
This was on the mat this morning.
I think it took me ten seconds to realise it should go in the bin.
I don’t even know who it was from.
The UK’s Last Typewriter
I thought that no-one made typewriters anymore, until I saw this story on the BBC this morning.
I learned to type at about seven or eight on my father’s old Imperial in his office over the printing works in Wood Green.
I’ve never been much of a two-handed typist and now with my gammy left hand, I generally do most of it one-handed. Although, I’m getting better, as I use the left hand more.





















