Strange Bus Adverts In Chinese
There is series of bus adverts like these on lots of London buses. Here’s one.
Strange Bus Adverts In Chinese
It is apparently aimed at the Chinese home market.
The Palace of Industry
The building in the picture is what remains of the Palace of Industry of the 1924 British Empire Exhibition. Everybody passes it to get to and from Wembley from Wembley Park station.
The Palace of Industry
My father had a rather unusual snooker cue, that was exhibited in this exhibition. They were all in one piece in those days and the butt end was spliced with some very unusual woods. What happened to it, I do not know!
The old Wembley Stadium with its twin towers was built for the 1924 Empire Exhibition. The Wembley Arena was built a few years later.
George Dixon Lives
Television in my childhood is always remembered for the television police series; Dixon of Dock Green.
Cosy policing, like that portrayed in the series has long since gone. Or I thought it had.
However, today at one of the Olympic venues, I started talking to a Police Sergeant about the Olympics and my life since C died. He congratulated me on what I had done to raise money for cancer research and shook my hand as I left.
George Dixon would have felt that the Sergeant had done well. So did I and I hope that the best of old-fashioned methods are creeping back into modern law enforcement.
Air-Conditioning
On the way back from the women’s football on Tuesday, I got talking to an air-conditioning engineer. I said about my solar gain problems and how I’d improved the atmosphere by installing air-conditioning.
He then asked if I lived in a loft. I said no, and he said that most needed air-conditioning, but the archiotects never specified it to save money. I suppose he didn’t mind, as it was a good earner.
But after my experience here, I do think that surveyors should understand solar gain problems better. If I had installed air-conditioning earlier, I might have saved myself a lot of trouble.
At least I seem to be finally on the mend.
It Must Be The Silly Season!
I’m getting masses of spam, trying to get me to join casinos. I haven’t seen it at this level for a couple of years.
They say there’s one born every minute, but it would appear that most of them are promoting on-line casinos. I suppose it could be due to a large number of unemployed kids, who’ve just left university and this is the only job they can get.
It’s so sad really.
Finding Details Of Someone, Who Has An Unusual Name
The surname of someone, I used to know came up in the BBC’s Olympic coverage. I haven’t seen them in years, so I searched for them on Google. It was only out of curiosity and I found a PDF of a letter that they had written to their local council, objecting to an extension to one of the neighbouring properties. It was on the council Planning Department’s web site.
Obviously this person has nothing to hide, but imagine you are an errant husband or wife, not wanting your name, address and telephone number to be disclosed to your spouse!
So does this mean that you shouldn’t object to planning permission, if you want to keep your details secret?
The Big Secret
The Times has a letter today saying that all the thousands of people at the Opening Ceremony rehearsal have kept the secret about what is to be shown.
They were sworn to secrecy and as the letter writer says, isn’t it wonderful, that the secrets have not leaked.
In these days of social media, it is even more surprising.
Perhaps the surprise in the show, talked about by the letter writer is so good, that she doesn’t want to spoil it for everyone else by revealing anything.
I must admit to being a bit cynical about Opening Ceremonies in the past, but I’m actually looking forward to this one.
And Now The Bouncy Bus
The Czech House is at the Angel and this bus is outside.
It is an interesting piece of engineering art by David Cerny. I like it a lot better than some of his other works.
I suspect some fans of Bristol buses will find it sacrilege.
An Offer I Must Refuse
This was the window of Waitrose in Islington.
An Offer I Must Refuse
As I don’t have a car, it’s an offer I must refuse.
The Anonymous Widower 