This tragic story from Leeds about high winds round a high building is a cautionary tale.
All too often we don’t fully test a building’s affect on the environment properly, before it is actually built. Look at the problems of the Walkie-Talkie in the sun.
I tend to not linger in the bus station at London Bridge, as sometimes the downdraught from The Shard is more than too much for me.
The only thing that would make architects think more, is if one of these troublesome buildings had to be demolished.
The deaths of hundreds of asylum seekers off Sicily is tragic.
What can we do in Europe to stop this vile trade, that often ends in injury and death?
As long as Europe is a place where there people are well off, migrants will always try to get here.
And criminals will always take advantage by providing leaky boats, with crap crews!
This story from the United States is tragic.
I’d like to think that such a case wouldn’t have happened here, as our unarmed police would not as it seems, shoot first and ask questions afterwards. Some armed units might, but they are rarely the first point of contact.
After all it appears from the pictures, that there were substantial barriers, to prevent the driver getting through.
But even if the lady had been a suicide bomber, shooting her would probably have caused the bomb to go off.
The Washington police have a lot of questions to answer.
Sadly, David Frost has passed away. I was surprised he was only eight years older than me, as I thought he was older than that.
How many comedians and performers are successful at that age now? And they say, it’s a young person’s world.
Incidentally, when I talk to my peers today, I find very few others, who at fourteen used to watch TW3. I think it shows the sort of attitude that my parents, and especially my father, had to life.
This tragic tale from Biggleswade, shows what you get when you mix two men of my age, shopping and an argument over parking.
You certainly don’t get any behaviour like this on the Dalston omnibus to or from Waitrose at the Angel. The most outrageous behaviour I saw, was a guy laughing at two ladies sitting beside each other who were probably about fifty years old; one black and one white, who’d both hurt a leg and their hospitals had furnished them each with one crutch. Everybody saw the funny side! Especially the ladies!
I do wonder sometimes, why people bother with driving. I miss it like a hole in the head!
I’ve actually never been to Asda and if you get killed in their car parks, I doubt I will now!
I have some happy memories of Barbican Station and on Saturday, I passed through on the way to the Anniversary Games.
I can particular remember pushing our youngest son in his buggy along the central platform, from where the picture was taken, sometimes with C and our two sons and sometimes without.
Sad to think, that C and the baby in the buggy have both died from cancer.
This story from the Standard about two brothers, Bob and Paul Forkan, who were orphaned by the Indian Ocean tsunami in 2004, have fought back from adversity, by starting a company making flip-flops called Gandys.
So don’t ever give up! You’ll only encourage her!
Judging by how many times it has been read, the readers of the BBC web site, find this story, where a cow goes through the roof of a house and kills a man in his bed, funny.
But then anybody who has lived in the country, knows that farming is not a totally safe business.
I had a bit of a shock this morning, as the news said that somebody I might know had died in tragic circumstances.
So I decided that I needed to explore some parts of the London Underground. I intended to have breakfast at Leon in Kings Cross station and then I intended to see if I could find the Underground maps in Lego.
I then visited all the maps before I finished up at Stratford, from where I took the Overground home.
As I often do, I met some interesting people, including a young lady accompanied by her charming baby, who with her partner had taken a train all the way back from Istanbul and soon were going to Denmark overland. Where do I find a lady of a compatible age to myself, who likes trains, architecture and football? Especially, to accompany me to Odessa to see the Potemkin Steps, watch England in Kiev and then come home via Warsaw and Berlin.
i certainly felt a lot better, as I say down to watch the cricket. But I still don’t know if I knew the person, who died.