Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
If it's cost justifiable, everyone will be doing it.
So companies discriminate by the things they do differently.
Therefore companies discriminate by the risks they take.
Here endeth the lesson.
• a generalisation I grant you, but a truth too.
In the 50's my mother used to come here in the era of Humphrey Lyttleton.
Finally a gig I want to attend, and a ticket I could get. Steve Hogarth, better known to Marillion fans as H, his 2011 Christmas Party.
Doesn't look to me as if it's been decorated since Ma was here!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
It's not in either editions of Liff, so:
Husbands Bosworth (n.) a chair or other seating apparatus provided in a boutique, for the use of men to read their Telegraph (or other lesser newspapers); thus permitting the woman to take the necessary amount of time to choose her new apparel.
NB also used to describe the tech basement in Selfridges and pubs who incorrectly call it a man crèche.
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Passing under a bridge, these silhouette of both the buildings, London Eye, and the photographers caught my eye
And then, round hte corner, the place I first heard proper surround sound in the 70's. The IEEE building where a school trip permitted us to hear Atom Heart Mother in Quadrophonic sound.
Further on, a tablet marking the location of the North Bank of the River Thames, before the Victoria Embankment was built in 1862.
Then, as night closed in, I passed Liberty's with it's Christmas decorations on show, but more interesting to me was the ship wind vane on top. Second one of the day!
And then finally, after a great meal with my old school friend Ed, we made our way to the Royal Institution, and James Burke's incredible throught provoking lecture 1+1=3, curated by Aleks Krotoski
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
We are not men, who have not faced men
We are not men, who have not been to war.
We are not men, who have not put on uniform
We are not men, who have not drilled.
We are not men, who have not been on stag
We are not men, who have not dug trenches
We are not men, who have not been there
We are not men, who have not blancoed belts
We are not men, who have not deployed
We are not men, who have not fought
We are not men, who have not volunteered
We are lucky.
We are free.
We are just boys.
Thanks to the men.
We can only wear poppies.
*Thanks to Fish, for the inspiration tonight.
Then, within a short quarter of a century (or less, I don't know when they first sailed), they too were lost in the Second World War.
Today's the second day in November for remembering. The crew and families of these ships deserve remembrance.