The Clock At Waterloo Has Got More Comfortable
The balcony at Waterloo station is now more of less complete and there are now some wonderful places to meet people high up in the station. That’s if you have anybody to meet!
I was in Carluccios, which as you can see from the photo, has quite a few seats looking down on the concourse.
in 1962, the BBC showed an episode of Comedy Playhouse, called Sealed With A Loving Kiss. Wikipedia describes the comedy thus.
Arnold, played by Ronald Fraser, and Freda, played by Avril Elgar, have been having a relationship by correspondence and when they meet for the first time they discover neither has been totally truthful.
They meet for the first time under the clock at Waterloo. Or it could have been Victoria! Now they would meet in one of the cafes upstairs. Although today, there seemed to be large numbers of people underneath the clock. Including one proper gentleman with flowers.
Zopa Gets Very Stable
I’ve said before that Zopa could be a classic stable system.
Over the last three weeks, the rates I’m charging to lend out money on Zopa have hardly changed. I set them just under the top limit of the Zone Of Possible Agreement, that gives Zopa its name. The rate for the B, A and A* markets have been 7.6, 6.7 and 6.3 respectively for the last ten days now, which isn’t a bad rate.
Not bad that is, before tax and for effectively three years!
My rate this year so far is 4.58%. It’s been distorted a bit as I’m loading money into Zopa like crazy.
Didn’t Anybody Tell GreaterAnglia?
I took this picture of Class 321 EMUs at Ipswich, as I left after the football.
Red doors have long been associated in East Anglia with bad beer and services. It’s the legacy of Grotneys! Who of course were infamous for Watneys Red Barrel. In my view the worst beer ever made. Although I did have one called Red Centre in Alice Springs out of a tin, that came close.
It’s the red word again.
Why I Don’t Use Taxis
Coming back from Ipswich yesterday, the 141 and 21 buses had gone walkabout and the stop was missing. So I took a black cab.
But the driver was well past his best and got rather lost, so the fare cost me £4 more than it should. And I still had to walk about a kilometre at the end.
Is there a retirement age for taxi drivers? If there isn’t there should be!
Where Can I Buy Ipswich Town Mugs In London?
As you can see from the pictures on this site, I have an Ipswich Town football mug. I have friends, who support other teams and now that I get my coffee across the road, it would be nice to be able to get their coffee in an appropriate mug.
So I thought, it would be nice to purchase some mugs. I searched for a place to buy an Ipswich one in London and there doesn’t appear to be any shop selling football mugs. Except of course, those for the Premiershits.
It looks like a business opportunity to me! It could also make a nice themed cafe.
I can at least get another Ipswich one today, but I’m in desperate need for one for Brighton, Hull and Sheffield United. Failing that, how about an official nPower mug, listing all the clubs in the Championship and Divisions One and Two!
The First English Beans Of The Summer
Today I bought the first English beans of the summer. From Suffolk of course! I used them to cook fish with beans and peas.
I used Carluccio’s lemon olive oil again and it gives a subtle lemon flavour to the fish.
You Can’t Win ‘Em All
After his victory in court today, Roman Abramovich, Chelski don’t seem capable of giving him a double, as with just five minutes to go, they’re losing by four goals to one to Athletico Madrid.
Don’t worry, Roman. You can always change the manager to improve things!
It worked last time!
Flash Cars Drive Me Crazy
This is the title of a piece by Nick Curtis in today’s Standard. Here’s an extract.
Why do people who own the most expensive cars not know how to drive? On the way to the Standard’s Kensington offices
I run the gauntlet of bankers’ wives in Chelsea tractors who make the morning commute feel like a video game as they mow down pedestrians, street furniture and small buildings.
This week I was on a bus that was held up three times by executive saloons performing kerb-crunching, bumper-nudging three-point turns.
I know the feeling. My bus today nearly had a serious altercation with a Mercedes 4×4 with the registration number, WF08 ATY. Let’s hope that when the driver wants to sell it, possible buyers see this and feel they don’t want to buy a car that’s been driven and possibly looked after badly.
Nick’s suggestion was a new wealth tax, whereby anybody seen driving badly in a big expensive car should have to buy a Smart or a Skoda and give the price difference to the Exchequer.
it might be a deterrent to bad driving though, if when you got say six points on your licence, you had to drive round in a car say yellow with purple stripes, so that other drivers would know the twats to avoid. You’d certainly see them when crossing the road.
A Missed Picture!
I waited by the Angel Building for a New Bus for London to trundle up the hill to the stop, so that I could photograph one with Lauderdale Tower and The Shard in the background.
But one didn’t come!
Jessica was on the bus-stop opposite!
She must have the most displayed midriff in history.

















