A Sad, Lonely Lith On The Regent’s Canal
I encountered this sad and lonely lith surrounded by rubbish on the Regents Canal today.
I was walking the canal to try to see if I could find anything to raise at the De Beauvoir Ward Forum in the evening.
We need more of these at every entrance to the tow-path and I hope the rubbish is cleared up soon.
It’s the first lith, I’ve seen that has been vandalised.
That Was A Storm That Wasn’t
Yesterday’s storm wasn’t exactly one in a teacup, but compared to that of October 16th, 1987, it wasn’t the biggest. The BBC have a comparison here.
Personally, I was unaffected this time, especially as that of 1987 could have killed me. I went to a celebration last night near Berkeley Square and except for getting rather wet, I didn’t have any problems. But several of those present had come down from Liverpool and had tales of taxis from Rugby or roundabout routes via Reading.
Sadly four people died in the storm, but the level of damage was a lot less than 1987, where it took two weeks for Suffolk to get back to normal.
There was a bit of damage near where I live.
Damage In Southgate Road
But it was all reasonably back to normal by mid-morning, when this picture was taken.
Are Scots More Dangerous Pedestrians?
When I was in Scotland, I saw an article in The Scotsman entitled Scotland is ‘deadliest place to go for a walk’
Here’s the first paragraph.
Scotland has Europe’s worst record for pedestrian deaths in towns and cities, campaigners claimed yesterday, as new official figures showed the total soared by one-third last year.
I don’t know but as a careful pedestrian, who always waits for the green, I found that in Edinburgh and Glasgow, I’d wait and found when it went green, everybody else had long gone.
So perhaps Scots do walk more dangerously!
Does The Devil Look After Her Own?
Admittedly, I don’t live in a place, which is likely to suffer much from today’s storms, which seem mainly to be a gloomfest for the media.
But I’ve already had my very lucky escape from a big storm, as I said here.
I have a feeling though that this storm, won’t be anything like that one in October 1987.
Who’d Have Thought It?
I have a Google Alert on my name and sometimes it picks up an interesting story like this one from NBC, entitled Curing Mississippi’s blues with Iranian care? Here’s the introduction.
An American doctor from Mississippi searched far and wide for solutions to his state’s endemic health problems.
Now, after years of practicing what he calls “health diplomacy,” Dr. James Miller, director of Oxford International Development Group in Mississippi, thinks he may have found some solutions in what may seem like an unlikely place: Iran.
Whether he’s right or not I don’t know, but you have to agree it’s not a story, you’d expect to read on an American news feed from NBC.
Good luck to the doctor.
Buses, Buses Everywhere!
I’d arrived home on Saturday night to a lot of chaos due to road works on the Balls Pond Road.
But today, it was still chaos as these pictures show.
At least though the police weren’t about, as on the Saturday night, where they were giving a wonderful demonstration of how they have forgotten their point-duty skills. They may have kept the cars moving, but it took me and a few others about ten minutes to cross the road, before a gap appeared.
Racism In Moscow
One of the stories dominating the news on my trip north was the racial abuse of Yaya Toure in Moscow by so-called fans of CSKA Moscow.
I shall be looking forward to the fifth of November and the return fixture in Manchester.
Knowing Manchester City fans, they might come up with an unusual and probably humorous protest, that everybody, except racists, will applaud.
As my father often said, there’s nothing that bigots, fascists and bullies hate more than ridicule.
The Disused Circular Railway In Paris
Surprisingly, I’d never heard of this railway that connected the main railway stations in Paris, but there was a piece on it, on BBC Breakfast this morning. If such a railway had existed in say London or New York, it would have been the subject of books, documentaries and probably as famous as the sewers of Vienna, immortalised in The Third Man.
I think the next time, I visit Paris, I’ll find a tour or an expert and do an explore.
Back Home Via Bolton
I didn’t go directly home, but broke the journey to see Ipswich play Bolton at the Reebok stadium, which is very close to Horwich Parkway station. This meant changes on both legs at Preston.
I would have preferred to come home via Manchester, but because Manchester United were playing Stoke City, I couldn’t get a train ticket at a reasonable price.
This resulted in having to rush my second change at Preston, as the London train had already arrived, when my local train came into Preston a few minutes late.
But the train was in London at the scheduled time of 20:15.
I’ve talked about the problems of getting gluten-free food on Virgin at weekends, so I didn’t really bother, as they had one gluten-free ham salad sandwich in the Marks and Spencer’s at Glasgow Central station.
And of course, it’s impossible to get any gluten free food in a football ground.
If I’d gone home by Manchester, I could have eaten in Carluccio’s in Piccadilly station. And probably a couple of other places too!
Glasgow Central Station
Glasgow Central is a large impressive station, that has been refurbished quite recently.
The station has a large well-lit waiting/meeting area in front of the platforms, which is a bit like having Kings Cross Square under the station roof!
Too many stations don’t have enough space for waiting and meeting, but Glasgow Central is not one of them.
The Anonymous Widower 