Lizzie Says Relax
Someone has painted this on the wall above Old Street Tube station.
Lizzie Says Relax
I tried to photograph it yesterday, but failed. But I did succeed today.
Lessons in Love
Ater The Times, on Saturday answered what to do, when your husband doesn’t like bondage, tonight the Evening Standard has an article about how to write erotic fiction, entitled Lessons in Love.
The odd thing about the article is the picture. In the actual paper, it’s taken from her left with the typewriter to the left, but on the web, it’s the other way round.
It probably doesn’t matter, but it does to me, as I was brought up in a print works.
It’s seriousness pales into comparision to the boob Horse and Hound once made, when they published in reverse a picture of the Queen at Trooping the Colour. It was only obvious, as in those days, she was riding the horse side-saddle.
FiReControl Was Abysmal Failure
FiReControl was one of the Blair government’s flagship projects, which had the aim of sorting out the 999 services for the fire brigades across England. According to this report from the the National Audit Office, it wasn’t a success. Here’s the first paragaph.
The project to replace the 46 Fire and Rescue Services’ local control rooms across England with nine purpose-built regional control centres linked by a new IT system has been a comprehensive failure. The DCLG acted to cut its losses by terminating the contract in December 2010 but at least £469 million will have been wasted.
Lord Prescott defended the system in the media last week and felt that others were to blame.
Now a letter from Matt Wrack of the Fire Brigades Union is published in The Times with the title of this post as a title, which drops Prescott in the doo-dah. If the FBU won’t support you, something must be wrong.
I hope he’s got his wet suit on!
Prescott is one of those politicians, who in my view, are not fit to run a whelk stall.
He should do everybody a favour and retire from public life. Preferably to a cottage by Spurn Head.
It’s a Rotten Job, But Someone Has To Do It
They’ve just had a lady called Ella Slack on the television. She is the official stand-in for the Queen at rehearsals, so that broadcasters can set up their cameras correctly. Apparently, she got the job because she was the right height and worked for BBC Outside Broadcasts at the time. There’s more here in the Telegraph.
However, she’s never met the Queen.
I wonder if Her Majesty was watching the broadcast!
My Husband Won’t Try Bondage
This believe it or not was the headline on the relationships problem page in The Times yesterday. The letter writer had been reading an erotic novel, which Suzi Godson, surmised was the best seller, Fifty Shades of Grey.
They didn’t give any address as to the letter writer, but perhaps, she’s married to Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells, that very well-known writer of letters to the Telegraph.
The New Leicester Square Emerges
Leicester Square is an iconic place and I took some pictures as it completed its transformation on Thursday.
Note that two pictures, show the old Royal Dental Hospital, which is now a hotel and the sandwich bar, where my mother used to take me as a treat after a visit.
Another Dress for C!
Perhaps not in C’s later years, but this was very like a summer dress she wore, when the kids were young.
A Dress With Pockets
In the 1960’s and early 1970’s pushchairs were very simple, with no place to store anything, so any dress with pockets, was where she put small toys and tissues. We never used disposable nappies, except in an emergency, so it was generally only a short walk to Regent’s Park or round the corner to a friend’s garden, so there wasn’t much need for storage space.
In fact, a couple of years before she died, I remember going shopping with her and specifically looking for a summer dress with pockets, so she could leave her handbag in the hotel.
I think in some ways, I’m getting more like C, as I now have a summer coat with big pockets, that can carry all I need on my travels. It’ll even hold a long-life shopping bag in the inside pocket.
Gary Barlow Says BBC Presenters are Going Native
On this morning’s BBC Breakfast, Gary Barlow accused Louise Minchin of picking up a Mancunian accent. He should know after all as he comes from Frodsham.
She in turn admitted, she does slip occasionally.
Now you can understand, why they didn’t move the program to Glasgow.
A friend of mine has told me, that since Radio 5 has moved to Manchester, he’s not been on the program. Apparently, he was told, his phone number was lost in the move to Manchester. I think though, it’s because his accent is not even South London, but North.
A Pro-Staffy Advert
Staffies have a bad press, but the Battersea Dogs Home have a serious problem, in that so many get turned in.
A Pro-Staffy Advert
This poster is trying to redress the balance.
It’s an interesting idea.
Sainsburys in High Holborn
I ventured into the Sainsburys Local at High Holborn today to get a paper. I left empty-handed as I couldn’t find them, as the shop had a maze-like quality and the staff seemed incapable of giving me clear directions.
I think it’s the last time I visit a shop without a full recci first!
The Anonymous Widower 