Would You Want One, Let Alone Two?
I saw this set in a shop window by Dalston Junction Station.
I obviously, don’t understand style.
Spitalfields City Farm
On Buxton Street is Spitalfields City Farm.
This is a wonderful venture that must on the one hand be visited and on the other supported financially and by voluteers.
Here are some pictures.
I thoroughly enjoyed my visit.
Numberplate for a Dog Trainer?
The plate on my Lotus Elan is K9 WFF. Not perhaps as good as K9 WUF.
But yesterday, as I went into Cambridge, I was following a van with the number K90 BAY, or as it was spaced K9 OBAY. Not perhaps as good as K9 OBEY, but good anyway!
Democracy: Burmese Style
I’ve just noticed this article on The Times web site.
Aung San Suu Kyi, the imprisoned Burmese democracy leader, will be forced to quit her political party and banned from taking part in elections, under new laws published today by the country’s military dictatorship.
The laws bar from membership of a political party anyone serving a prison sentence, thus excluding Ms Suu Kyi, who remains under house arrest. Her party, the National League for Democracy (NLD), has 60 days to expel non-eligible members and register with the election commission if it is to take part in elections promised for later this year.
Democracy? What democracy!
But at least the Burmese have their supporters and protectors; the Chinese. But then the Chinese know all about how you enforce human rights!
V-2 Sculpture in Den Haag?
Outside of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Den Haag is this sculpture.
Is it a V-2 exploding on takeoff?
Because it is in the area that was devastated by RAF bombing, as they tried to stop the missiles.
Den Haag’s Dark Secret
If you cycle towards Scheveningen past the prison and the barracks, there is a building on the eastern side of the road, that looks like a station. We see old stations all over the UK that have been converted into houses and although it’s a different style, it has the same aura.
When I got back I looked it up and found that there used to be a railway that ran from the main line from Den Haag to Amsterdam, through Wassenaar to a station by the beach at Scheveningen. As I had thought, the railway had run where the road is now.
It was the site with the map that told me the dark secret, that few know about. Den Haag was the launching point for all of the V-2 rockets that the Nazis sent towards London. A lot were fired from a beautiful estate called Duindigt, near the racecourse. It ended up being totally destroyed by Allied bombing and V-2’s that exploded on takeoff.
Nearly three thousand died in 1944, in London due to these weapons. But not as many as about 20,000 concentration camp inmates, who died making the weapons. Even the Dutch suffered greatly, as the weapons misfired and hit local targets, the Nazis executed anybody for the most trivial of reasons and the Allies destroyed parts of Den Haag by mistake as they tried to stop the launching of the rockets.
War is never the simple business it is made out to be.
There is also a book, Spitfire Dive Bombers versus the V2, by Bill Simpson, which details the hunt for the rockets by RAF Fighter Command.
Brompton with a Trailer
It’s not a good picture, but at the lights is a lady riding a Brompton pulling a trailer.
It rather took me by surprise otherwise I would have taken a better picture.
Under Siege
Under Siege is quite a silly film, but I like it.
It’s just that you have one man taking on the forces of evil by himself.
It’s always a good scenario for a film.
Plastic Kerbstones
Who’d have thought it?
I wouldn’t have done until I saw a DuraKerb truck on the A14 this lunchtime.
It seems to tick all of the boxes :-
- They have the same specification to the normal concrete kerbstones.
- They appear to be just as strong as concrete kerbstones.
- They are light so they are laid quicker and without some of the heavy equipment needed.
- They don’t chip when you lay them.
- They are made from partly recycled material, that would otherwise go to landfill.
But I also speak from personal experience. Some years ago, I laid a lot of concrete kerbstones by myself. And I’m a jockey-sized bloke. These would have been a doddle.
Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll
I finally saw this biopic of Ian Dury’s life.
Was it good?
Yes! I laughed and cried and left the cinema in a better state than I arrived.
That is all you want.
But don’t go if you don’t like real swearing. And I mean lots of it, with both the f*** and the c*** words.








