Dalston Junction to Clapham Junction Is Test Running
I got a train from Dalston Junction station and the service to Clapham Junction station is running from platform 2. Sadly without passengers. This is the destination display at Dalston Junction.
Dalston Junction to Clapham Junction Is Test Running
Not in Service is a euphemism for Clapham Junction. Note the fifteen minute service interval or four trains per hour.
The New BT Vision Is So Annoying
Leave it on a radio channel and every so often it reverts to this advertising screen.
The New BT Vision Is So Annoying
It didn’t pay for adverts. And when you switch that screen off, it never gets the program headings correct.
Incorrect Program Information
I have complained, but I’ve not received any details on how to correct the faults.
The New Chelsea Manager Has Been Given A Contract To 2015
That’s not three years, but about three hours as I write.
A New Bus for London To The Rescue
This afternoon, it was all chaos in Islington. There appeared to have been a serious accident on the Essex Road and all of the buses were diverting by Highbury Corner.
I was trying to get home by getting a bus down St. Paul’s Road, but the normal 30s and 277s couldn’t get past the jams. A couple of 38s went past without stopping, although it wasn’t their normal territory. And then a New Bus for London hove into view!
It stopped and quite a few including myself got aboard.
The conductor was marshalling people on and off and the hop-on/hop-off capability meant that quite a few got to their destination, despite it not being the regular route.
When it did get to its regular route, I got off and walked home.
It was all a superb demonstration of the advantages of doubled-crewed buses with a hop-on/hop-off platform.
Roll on the next six hundred.
Another Clue In The Mystery Of The Rogue Central Heating
Yesterday, I had a guy from G4S call looking for a Mr. Smith, who supposedly lived in the flat above my house. It was about non-payment of an energy bill to British Gas.
Now, there is no flat above my house, I’ve never dealt with British Gas and the guy said he was looking for a prepayment meter, which doesn’t exist.
So after an amicable discussion, he made a few notes and left.
The whole episode got me thinking. When I moved into this house, some of the wiring was unusual to say the least. So did someone crudely split the house into two separate flats to maximise his income.
This would certainly explain the very dodgy and crude wiring in the heating manifold.
So perhaps, I’m wrong to blame Jerry in this instance, when it appears it was some amateur, who had a possible grudge against me.
Hip Transplants At Wigan
The BBC is running a story about the first hip transplants at Wrightington Hospital near Wigan in the 1960s. There’s a lot more in the Wikipedia entry for John Charnley, the surgeon who led the pioneering work.
At Liverpool University in the 1960s, I was in digs at Huyton. My landlord’s daughter, Sheila Vaughan, was one of the nursing sisters at the hospital and told us about the work there.
Sheila had been a very good golfer, who’d played in the Curtis Cup.
The Anonymous Widower 