Bedbugs In New York
Two stories from New York catch the eye today; Bedbugs bite into the US economy and the arrest of Dominique Strauss-Kahn.
The latter of course would have like to be a bedbug, but didn’t go about it in the right way. As he was one of the most important of the wunch of the great and good trying to sort out Greece, we’re all going to pay for his indiscretions. I do hope the man gets a sentence in jail, even if it is less than what the prosecutors seem to be demanding, as he seems to be rather a serial whatsit and we don’t want people like him in public life, if all the stories are true. After all, how can he make a proper decious, if all he’s thinking about is the next legover.
But then the French see things differently and the Dominique Strauss-Kahn affair could all lead to some serious problems between the United States and France.
What is so stupid about all this, is that several times in my life, when I’ve stayed in top-class hotels alone, I’ve been offered serious ladies by the staff for my pleasure by the concierge or other staff. I’ve never taken them up on their offer, as I’m not that sort of person. I say person, as once in the Copley Plaza hotel in Boston, I was having a late night drink and talking to the barman, as one does, when he discretely fixed-up the lady at the other end of the bar, with someone twenty or so years her junior. All it took was one quick phone call on his part. And this was in a pre-mobile age. That lady incidentally was French and the barman said she was a regular customer.
So the French do do things differently.
The Sign Goes Up At Dalston Junction
They’ve now put up the sign at the Southern entrance to Dalston Junction station.
Dalston Junction Sign
But the barriers are still in place, with no sign of an opening.
Sometimes Everybody Wins
I was getting out of a tube at Oxford Circus tonight and I was away of something low running across the floor of the platform rushing towards me.
I put out my right foot and whatever it was hit me right on the toe padding. A couple of metres away sitting on a seat were two young ladies; one black and one oriental. The black lady was laughing as she had picked up the pound coin she’d dropped , which had then rolled and hit my foot, but luckily had bounced right back to her. She thanked me for my efforts.
I explained it was just luck and we all laughed together.
So sometimes everybody wins.
Bethnal Green Tube Station
I had to go to East London today and took time out at Bethnal Green station.
Heritage Plaque at Bethnal Green Station
This plaque is the first I’ve seen in a London Underground station and gives details of the architecture.
We need a lot more.
I’d been to the station before, when my late son and his family lived nearby and knew a little about the wartime disaster at the station.
Memorial Banner and Flowers to the Bethnal Green Disaster
173 people died not from enemy action, but from a rush down the stairs to get into the station. A memorial has been designed and given planning permission. For more details of the disaster and the memorial see here.
I hope this memorial to the worst disaster on the London Underground goes ahead.
Memorial Plaque to the Bethnal Green Disaster
At least there is a plaque outlining the disaster.
Careless Driving
It is being reported that the government is thinking about bringing in fixed penalties for careless driving.
As a pedestrian, I’d like to see careless cycling, buggy pushing and obstruction placing dealt with in the same way.
Cable Thefts on the Railways
New figures suggest that cable thefts on the railways are increasing dramatically, as they were up 52% between 2010-2011 and the previous year.
It would appear that the two main problems are the high price of scrap copper and the fact that many scrap yards give cash back on a no-questions-asked basis!
I always remember some work I did with British Rail about twenty years ago, where we were analysing signal faults on one particular main line. There the copper cables had een exchanged for fibre-optic ones and we found that most breakages occurred because of over-zealous track gangs over-tamping the ballast between the track. My software, Daisy, showed that in one area they didn’t occur at the same rate and the better performance was due to some members of the track gang knowing about signalling. So that problem was solved by better training of the gangs.
However, in one area we found that there were a large number of incidents of deliberately-cut fibre optic cables. This area had been a particularly bad area for the theft of cables and it turned out the thieves were cutting the cables in the vain hope that they would be replaced with stealable copper.
The Selfish Fuel Protestors Are At It Again!
I’ve said it before but energy prices are too low, if we are to meet our commitments to our descendents to stop global warming.
So what do those who object to fuel prices do? They blockade Ellesmere Port and demand that fuel prices are lowered by 24p a litre. They should probably be raised and more money put into the provision of much-needed charge points for electric cars and also subsidies for those like the disabled to buy electric cars.
After all, I used to drive 40,000 kilometres a year, but now because of my stroke I can’t and manage very well on public transport.
I could also argue that the real selfish ones are those that live a long way from their work and do hundreds of kilometres a week ferrying children to schools in the other direction, before they burn up the motorway to London or Manchester, when they could easily live in the city or work over the Internet.
After all cutting the miles you drive by 25% would be equivalent for you as a similar drop in the price of fuel.
Here where I live, I get the impression that many walk or cycle their children to school and then carry on to their place of work, perhaps by taking a bus.
If I can manage public transport after a stroke, that some say nearly killed me, then others who are fit and well surely can. Or are they more unfit than I am and just too selfish?
I shouldn’t worry about it, as in a couple of years time, we will all have to make those lifestyle changes, that circumstances have forced me to take.
The Ridiculous Tube Strikes
The RMT is calling a series of strikes on the Tube over the next few weeks. If ever there was a ridiculous set of strikes it is these.
The facts are a bit cloudy but it would appear that two drivers have been sacked. Transport for London says one thing and the RMT says another. Apparently, the cases of the two men are going before an Employment Tribunal.
So surely, all parties should cool off until the results of that!
The interesting things to read are the comments on the various news items on the BBC, The Times and other serious media. I have searched extensively, and can’t find any comment in favour of the drivers actions. As several thousand of them voted for the strikes, surely one or two could put a few words together to explain why they are striking.
In my view this strike and some of the others that have proceeded it is not about the issues, but is a result of the fact that the RMT has seen the writing on the wall of the future and doesn’t like it.
At present on the Victoria and Jubilee lines, the drivers effectively close the doors when everything is clear and start the train in the station and then it proceeds automatically until the next one. The Victoria line has had this method of operation since 1967. So surely, all lines will be updated to work this way in the next few years.
So in effect drivers will not drive the train anymore, but will effectively be train captains managing the train and its passengers. Obviously in an emergency, they would have an important role to play.
But because of the automation it is only one small step to drive the trains remotely. Even if this doesn’t happen, as costs in public services come under pressure, automation will mean that drivers can work safer and in a less stressful environment.
So as they are well-paid would many feel they don’t need the Union!
In other words, this strike may be more about Union survival, than any individual grievance.
It was the same in the printing industry, where in the 1960s and 1970s, the unions put vast numbers of companies out of business because of their attitude and refusal to accept new technology. My father was a printer at the time and his business was ruined because new technology made his business easy to bring in house. The unions only had one place of power and that was newspapers. So we had days without papers and all sorts of Spanish practices. The Times even shut for a year to reform its working practices.
Hopefully we won’t see anything as drastic as that, but Transport for London must stand up to the bullying tactics of the RMT. They in turn, should behave like a responsible union.
Both parties should also wait for the Employment Tribunal.
It is the least Londoners could ask for.
Struggling To IKEA
Well not really struggling, but you wouldn’t have thought that getting a few simple baskets would be so difficult.
IKEA Branas Basket
The picture shows one of their Branas baskets.
To fit out my bedroom I need eight. So I thought I’d buy them on-line when I bought the storage frames that will hold them. But and this annoys me so much about IKEA, they were one of the products that can’t be bought on-line. But they did have lots in stock at Edmonton. As I did have a couple of spare hours and I wanted to take some pictures close to their store. I decided to go and get some this afternoon.
So I took the Victoria line to Tottenham Hale and then got a 192 bus to IKEA.
I had worried that the boxes might not be flat-pack, in which case they would be difficult to manage on the bus, back to either Tottenham Hale or almost to home if a 341 turned up.
But my worst fears were unfounded as the boxes were flat and I reckoned I could carry four, in two IKEA blue bags. So perhaps half-an-hour soon after arriving and after perhaps ten minutes in the queue to pay, I was back at the bus stop, waiting for a 341 to move up to the departure stop.
Shopping on the 341 Bus
As you can see from the picture, the two bags with their cargo of boxes fitted in the luggage space on the bus, which sped me to within two hundred or so metres from my house.
Three boxes were quickly put together, but the fourth lacked a bottom and will have to be returned.
I did phone the store to see if they could post me a bottom, but rules is rules and it will have to go back to store with the till receipt.
So instead of two trips for eight boxes, it will now be three!
At least though, I don’t pay the fares for the bus and tube.
An Uplifting Moment
There is an old Chinese proverb that says that a long journey starts with a single step. This is actually a mistranslation of Lao-Tzu. A better form is “Even the longest journey must begin where you stand.”
What it doesn’t say is that there are a lot of steps in a long journey.
I was walking down Upper Street this lunchtime and I saw an aircraft crossing over the Angel. Even at that distance, I saw it was a biplane and despite my supposedly bad eyesight, I thought it was a de Havilland Dragon Rapide.
de Havilland Dragon Rapide Over Islington
This picture was taken when it crossed in front of me, as I stood by Barclays Bank at the start of Essex Road.
So why is this an uplifting moment? I seemed to be the only person who spotted this iconic aircraft from the 1930s and despite my dodgy eyesight, I was able to identify it and then take several photographs.
My only regret was that I only had my little Nikon CoolPix.
So perhaps I’ve taken another step along that long road!
The Anonymous Widower 