Karma, they say will even itself out in one way or another. One guy who obviously doesn't prescribe to this school of thought had a visit from the Karma Police when he decided to evict an unwelcome rodent squatter from his home, with fiery results.
There seems to me to be some kind of worldly justice in a mouse having been removed and thrown onto a fire by someone, then running back into that person's house whilst alight and burning it down. A case of rodent retribution! [Read story]
9.1.06
5.1.06
New Year, New Rear
Now that people have more or less recovered from the festive period, the full weight of their resolutions is coming to bear. To what am I referring? Those extra Christmas presents that people receive but do not want; the extra poundage which stares back at them from the bathroom scales, a reminder of their festive overindulgence.
The result of this being gyms filled to capacity with people who have never seen a treadmill in the rubber let alone know how to work one. It could be a new spectator sport, the January sightings of gym-shy bodies struggling to live up to their owners' New Year resolution zeal. You have to admire the effort, although sadly this sport has a very short season as by the end of January most people have given up.
A New Rear's Resolution
New Year,
Oh dear,
My rear.
Too large
It's grown,
I fear.
The gym,
excess,
will clear.
No pain,
No gain,
They say.
Blood, sweat
And tears?
No way.
My new
fat rear's
To stay.
PS - Yes, I'm obviously still drunk from the festivities - Happy New Year...
The result of this being gyms filled to capacity with people who have never seen a treadmill in the rubber let alone know how to work one. It could be a new spectator sport, the January sightings of gym-shy bodies struggling to live up to their owners' New Year resolution zeal. You have to admire the effort, although sadly this sport has a very short season as by the end of January most people have given up.
A New Rear's Resolution
New Year,
Oh dear,
My rear.
Too large
It's grown,
I fear.
The gym,
excess,
will clear.
No pain,
No gain,
They say.
Blood, sweat
And tears?
No way.
My new
fat rear's
To stay.
PS - Yes, I'm obviously still drunk from the festivities - Happy New Year...
22.11.05
Soul Train
Not quite, but this morning's commute was a bit more musical than usual. The tube I managed to wedge myself onto was rammed because of some delay and we all became more intimate with each other than we would have liked, as desperate individuals pushed on at each station.
Luckily, a woman decided everybody really needed to hear her sing the hymn 'Morning Has Broken', in the gospel style. Now, it's not the first time I've heard people singing on public transport but usually it's when they've had a few drinks, are wanting money or just plainly mad. People talk about the tinny beats from people's personal headphones on public transport being irritating, but that's nothing compared to somebody having an emotional spiritual moment aloud in the form of wailing in a confined space.
I willed the train to move off at each station just so the noise of the carriage would drown out her annoying trill. Leaving her behind to the poor commuters staying on at Holborn, I found my musical morning wasn't yet over as I changed lines onto the Central Line. Waiting on the platform was a guy playing music aloud through his mobile for everyone to hear, jigging about. Evidently, mobile phones with speakers are the new miniaturised ghettoblaster - so much for technological advancement.
All I wanted was to doze lightly and so drift into work on a cloud of slumber to ease the pain of the journey, but I got the double dose of Miss Gospel Singer Who Thinks She's A Diva and Mr Listen To My Beats Aren't They Fantastic. There are designated spots for buskers and these people should apply to use them if they think they're good enough, but a packed commuter train and platform are not the places to endear others to your musical (non)talent. Pah, rant over.
Luckily, a woman decided everybody really needed to hear her sing the hymn 'Morning Has Broken', in the gospel style. Now, it's not the first time I've heard people singing on public transport but usually it's when they've had a few drinks, are wanting money or just plainly mad. People talk about the tinny beats from people's personal headphones on public transport being irritating, but that's nothing compared to somebody having an emotional spiritual moment aloud in the form of wailing in a confined space.
I willed the train to move off at each station just so the noise of the carriage would drown out her annoying trill. Leaving her behind to the poor commuters staying on at Holborn, I found my musical morning wasn't yet over as I changed lines onto the Central Line. Waiting on the platform was a guy playing music aloud through his mobile for everyone to hear, jigging about. Evidently, mobile phones with speakers are the new miniaturised ghettoblaster - so much for technological advancement.
All I wanted was to doze lightly and so drift into work on a cloud of slumber to ease the pain of the journey, but I got the double dose of Miss Gospel Singer Who Thinks She's A Diva and Mr Listen To My Beats Aren't They Fantastic. There are designated spots for buskers and these people should apply to use them if they think they're good enough, but a packed commuter train and platform are not the places to endear others to your musical (non)talent. Pah, rant over.
31.10.05
Must Come Down
Well, I managed to make it to the top of the building and not come back down the same way (via lift) for my sponsored abseil. Getting kitted up in our climbing harnesses and helmets before clambering up the utility ladder to the roof gave us less time to contemplate backing out once standing at the top.
The final group of four, we stood gazing at the grand vista of London doused in dusk with streetlife far below us, waiting to be called up in turn to step to the edge. The last to go, it was dark by the time I was clipped to the abseil and safety ropes at close to 1800. My instructor sat me down on the low ledge and went through the procedure of standing, toes on the edge with heels hanging in space and the lean-out before the planting of the feet on the face of the building. This was the main hurdle, overcoming the natural instinct of not wanting to lean backwards towards a 200ft drop and giving trust to the ropes before full tension.
Once past the angle of no return when gravity took over I placed my feet one after the other onto the building's face, finally lowering down into position and I was set to go. I walked the first 20ft getting used to the speed of the rope through my hand and with confidence mounting as the harness took my full weight, I pushed off from the wall and let the rope through steadily faster as I descended past office windows and one or two office workers still at their computers!
The feeling of being so high up and dropping in open air with all of London lit up around me was exhilarating and before long a voice called from below telling me I was already halfway (a quick look told me there was still some way to go!). A final shout let me know I was reaching the bottom where I landed and was congratulated by the safety marshall who said I'd obviously done it before! It was a great experience and I wanted to go straight back up and do it again; something which I will definitely repeat at some point.
The final group of four, we stood gazing at the grand vista of London doused in dusk with streetlife far below us, waiting to be called up in turn to step to the edge. The last to go, it was dark by the time I was clipped to the abseil and safety ropes at close to 1800. My instructor sat me down on the low ledge and went through the procedure of standing, toes on the edge with heels hanging in space and the lean-out before the planting of the feet on the face of the building. This was the main hurdle, overcoming the natural instinct of not wanting to lean backwards towards a 200ft drop and giving trust to the ropes before full tension.
Once past the angle of no return when gravity took over I placed my feet one after the other onto the building's face, finally lowering down into position and I was set to go. I walked the first 20ft getting used to the speed of the rope through my hand and with confidence mounting as the harness took my full weight, I pushed off from the wall and let the rope through steadily faster as I descended past office windows and one or two office workers still at their computers!
The feeling of being so high up and dropping in open air with all of London lit up around me was exhilarating and before long a voice called from below telling me I was already halfway (a quick look told me there was still some way to go!). A final shout let me know I was reaching the bottom where I landed and was congratulated by the safety marshall who said I'd obviously done it before! It was a great experience and I wanted to go straight back up and do it again; something which I will definitely repeat at some point.
28.10.05
What Goes Up
A while ago I signed up to abseil 200ft down an office building in the City of London on behalf of the British Red Cross and today in about an hour I get to go 'over the edge'.
I've been sponsored generously and have managed to raise £1500, much of which will go towards the Asian Earthquake aid effort. With not long to go I'm looking forward to it more in excitement than trepidation, although I'm sure that this emotion will be swiftly replaced once I get to the top and get a look down! With my abseiling experience only extending to a 15ft scramble as a 10 year old, this is in a different league.
Hopefully the rain will hold off, as I went to look at the building the other lunchtime with a friend who helpfully noted how smooth and slippery the sides looked whilst I stood gawking at the top. I should be fine with the height following my recent hiking/climbing holiday up in the Lake District, but my abseiling technique is still in question...
I've been sponsored generously and have managed to raise £1500, much of which will go towards the Asian Earthquake aid effort. With not long to go I'm looking forward to it more in excitement than trepidation, although I'm sure that this emotion will be swiftly replaced once I get to the top and get a look down! With my abseiling experience only extending to a 15ft scramble as a 10 year old, this is in a different league.
Hopefully the rain will hold off, as I went to look at the building the other lunchtime with a friend who helpfully noted how smooth and slippery the sides looked whilst I stood gawking at the top. I should be fine with the height following my recent hiking/climbing holiday up in the Lake District, but my abseiling technique is still in question...
22.10.05
Wealthy Weather
As I was walking across London Bridge yesterday I noticed that on the north side the weather was clear, yet just across the bridge towards the south it was totally overcast and grey.
Anyway, these confused weather conditions spawned a rainbow, which viewed from London Bridge seemed to end in one of the towers of Tower Bridge. I recalled the old myth that at the end of each rainbow lies a pot of gold and thought to myself at least I know where to go if I need some spare cash...
Anyway, these confused weather conditions spawned a rainbow, which viewed from London Bridge seemed to end in one of the towers of Tower Bridge. I recalled the old myth that at the end of each rainbow lies a pot of gold and thought to myself at least I know where to go if I need some spare cash...
23.9.05
Ex-Rated
Met up with friends Learohero, JLo and The MD yesterday evening for a few pints and catch-up chat. There was general banter around the pub table but the main subject was relationships and more specifically, past relationships.
What transpired (without naming names) is that although time tempers most things, it is circumstance which usually governs how ex-partners feel about meeting up in later years. This is taking into account that they didn't split up too acrimoniously in the first place! It's particularly personal, meeting an ex-partner and depends on the mind-set of the people involved - eg some people won't meet an ex if they are still single and their ex is in a relationship, whereas others can and do.
As relationships are unique, people can come away from some totally cleanly whilst others are harder to shake. Then there are the rare amicable splits (eg mutual withdrawal) and the more common acrimonious splits (eg infidelity etc) which obviously govern how ex-partners interact with each other, if at all. In a perfect world, an ex-partner is somebody you once trusted and shared a personal experience with, and so after the amorous love has died there can be some remaining value in a platonic relationship.
The reality in most cases, is that the highly-charged emotions involved in a relationship and the loss of trust in the breakdown mean that this is not possible or desirable. Logically this is often for the best, although there are always exceptions in that some ex-partners manage to remain good friends, which is rare but nice.
What transpired (without naming names) is that although time tempers most things, it is circumstance which usually governs how ex-partners feel about meeting up in later years. This is taking into account that they didn't split up too acrimoniously in the first place! It's particularly personal, meeting an ex-partner and depends on the mind-set of the people involved - eg some people won't meet an ex if they are still single and their ex is in a relationship, whereas others can and do.
As relationships are unique, people can come away from some totally cleanly whilst others are harder to shake. Then there are the rare amicable splits (eg mutual withdrawal) and the more common acrimonious splits (eg infidelity etc) which obviously govern how ex-partners interact with each other, if at all. In a perfect world, an ex-partner is somebody you once trusted and shared a personal experience with, and so after the amorous love has died there can be some remaining value in a platonic relationship.
The reality in most cases, is that the highly-charged emotions involved in a relationship and the loss of trust in the breakdown mean that this is not possible or desirable. Logically this is often for the best, although there are always exceptions in that some ex-partners manage to remain good friends, which is rare but nice.
19.9.05
Blog Degrees Of Separation
Quite some time ago I responded to somebody's suggestion in the letters page of London's Metro newspaper regarding the conundrum of how to keep the Tube system cool.
Although it was originally conceived in good old-fashioned printed form, a fellow blogger has posted it on his own site which my eagle-eyed friend The MD happened to spot!
Although it was originally conceived in good old-fashioned printed form, a fellow blogger has posted it on his own site which my eagle-eyed friend The MD happened to spot!
7.9.05
Katrina Leaves Her Mark
The full legacy of Hurricane Katrina which lashed New Orleans over a week ago is now becoming apparent with the flood waters being pumped out of the city as newspaper photographs show bloated corpses floating amongst general waste through a waterlogged city.
Nature dealt harshly with this city, reknowned for its parties and carnival atmosphere. However, the lawlessness and anarchy which marked the days following its impact was a grim contrast to the spirit of Mardi Gras. In times of hardship, a highly-evolved social species might be expected to band together and cooperate in helping each other for collective survival, which was generally the case here.
Reports of robberies, killings and rapes show the darker human side and perhaps some might argue that more basic animal instincts prevail in these situations in the fight for survival. However, the lootings which went on were reportedly in the two distinct categories of essential (food and water) and non-essential items (who needs a 30inch TV when your house is submerged?).
The speed with which things descended into anarchy and chaos as aid failed to arrive (the disorganisation displayed was not expected of a developed nation such as the USA) is frightening; yet another example of how fragile our allegedly sophisticated human society is. Survivors who were stuck in the city's Superdome with the thousands of other people to take refuge there spoke of gangs roaming the building as they banded together in groups for safety, describing the scene and events as 'something out of the Lord of the Flies'.
Of course, it is impossible to account for certain people in this world and their selfish behaviour, but it is sad to see that in a disaster zone which affects everybody equally, some people will only think of themselves and the gratification of their needs above others (the reports of shooting at a helicopter airlifting people out made me mad). In these scenarios the instinct for survival is understandable, but taking advantage of the situation to rape and pillage is unforgiveable.
At least most of the people have been evacuated from the city and the clean-up can begin - now we'll see the full extent of the damage as the bodycount will surely mount.
Nature dealt harshly with this city, reknowned for its parties and carnival atmosphere. However, the lawlessness and anarchy which marked the days following its impact was a grim contrast to the spirit of Mardi Gras. In times of hardship, a highly-evolved social species might be expected to band together and cooperate in helping each other for collective survival, which was generally the case here.
Reports of robberies, killings and rapes show the darker human side and perhaps some might argue that more basic animal instincts prevail in these situations in the fight for survival. However, the lootings which went on were reportedly in the two distinct categories of essential (food and water) and non-essential items (who needs a 30inch TV when your house is submerged?).
The speed with which things descended into anarchy and chaos as aid failed to arrive (the disorganisation displayed was not expected of a developed nation such as the USA) is frightening; yet another example of how fragile our allegedly sophisticated human society is. Survivors who were stuck in the city's Superdome with the thousands of other people to take refuge there spoke of gangs roaming the building as they banded together in groups for safety, describing the scene and events as 'something out of the Lord of the Flies'.
Of course, it is impossible to account for certain people in this world and their selfish behaviour, but it is sad to see that in a disaster zone which affects everybody equally, some people will only think of themselves and the gratification of their needs above others (the reports of shooting at a helicopter airlifting people out made me mad). In these scenarios the instinct for survival is understandable, but taking advantage of the situation to rape and pillage is unforgiveable.
At least most of the people have been evacuated from the city and the clean-up can begin - now we'll see the full extent of the damage as the bodycount will surely mount.
15.8.05
Human Time Bomb
Today sixty years ago, the Allied nations celebrated victory over Japan after America's dropping of two atomic bombs on the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki finally brought the surrender of Japan, ending World War II. Effectively the most destructive war in our short human history, the aftermath left nations in tatters as the participants sought to regenerate and recover. The end of the war should have marked a new era of peace, but the Cold War and new international disputes were only just around the corner.
It seems we have a penchant for flaunting the rules of human civilisation which make up our so called humanity - with war and conflict an integral part of our evolution to date, it remains to be seen how far we can progress before we self-destruct. Paradoxically, it is likely that our progression will also bring our downfall as technologies develop and more sophisticated weapons emerge, the seemingly inherent human urge for war and destruction could extinguish us.
Perhaps it will be our wanton ways with the resources of this planet which will be the ultimate undoing of the most sophisticated and 'intelligent' species to exist on Earth. How intelligent can we really be if we cannot stop ourselves from knowingly damaging the very environment our lives depend on? The only way to progress and survive is to use this intelligence to find ways to coexist with the Earth and each other, as ravaging the environment and human conflict can only shorten our collective existence as a race.
It seems we have a penchant for flaunting the rules of human civilisation which make up our so called humanity - with war and conflict an integral part of our evolution to date, it remains to be seen how far we can progress before we self-destruct. Paradoxically, it is likely that our progression will also bring our downfall as technologies develop and more sophisticated weapons emerge, the seemingly inherent human urge for war and destruction could extinguish us.
Perhaps it will be our wanton ways with the resources of this planet which will be the ultimate undoing of the most sophisticated and 'intelligent' species to exist on Earth. How intelligent can we really be if we cannot stop ourselves from knowingly damaging the very environment our lives depend on? The only way to progress and survive is to use this intelligence to find ways to coexist with the Earth and each other, as ravaging the environment and human conflict can only shorten our collective existence as a race.
5.8.05
Hiroshima 08:15
Sixty years ago tomorrow morning at 08:15, the world's first atomic bomb to be dropped in anger exploded above the Japanese city of Hiroshima. It is estimated that the bomb claimed around 140,000 lives due to the initial blast and the resultant radiation by 1945, rising to today's estimates of 240,000 victims. There are plenty of political theories regarding the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but there is no doubting their terrible effectiveness.
The anniversary is to be marked by a ceremony in the Hiroshima Peace Park, which I visited last May when I spent a day exploring the city. I had been over to see my brother in Osaka who was working as an English teacher and had planned to make the trip before I arrived in Japan. The shinkansen bullet train took me sedately and swiftly to Hiroshima from Osaka in a couple of hours. The day was bright and hot and as I exited the station I saw that Hiroshima was much like any busy modern Japanese city.
After finding my bearings with a quick trip to the station's tourist office to pick up local maps, I took the tram which would take me to the city's Peace Park. Everyday workers crowded the tram and schoolchildren in their quirky naval-looking uniforms hopped on and off. The tram stop for the park is opposite the A-Dome, the only building to remain standing in the vicinity of the blast as the bomb exploded directly above it, razing everything else around it.
The A-Dome was left as a memorial in its shattered but erect state. I felt quite moved by this building, standing incongruously alone like a scar in the midst of the pretty gardens which make up the Peace Park, a stoic marker of the bomb. This feeling was consolidated when I visited the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum and saw pictures of the A-Dome taken not long after the bombing. It looked much as it does now, only standing even more remotely in the blackened wasteland surrounding it caused by the bomb's destructive force. That Hiroshima has regenerated and that the park (without its shattered monument) resembles any other city park in the world, is testament to human resilience and endeavour.
In another three days the city of Nagasaki will hold its own remembrance ceremony to mark the anniversary of the second nuclear bomb (with a plutonium core as opposed to the uranium one used on Hiroshima) to be dropped. This bomb claimed 70,000 lives initially with estimates of up to 140,000 eventual victims. These anniversaries mark an historical episode which shows the human capacity for destruction, and though superficially the cities have healed, the mental scars remain as do the lessons to be learnt.
The anniversary is to be marked by a ceremony in the Hiroshima Peace Park, which I visited last May when I spent a day exploring the city. I had been over to see my brother in Osaka who was working as an English teacher and had planned to make the trip before I arrived in Japan. The shinkansen bullet train took me sedately and swiftly to Hiroshima from Osaka in a couple of hours. The day was bright and hot and as I exited the station I saw that Hiroshima was much like any busy modern Japanese city.
After finding my bearings with a quick trip to the station's tourist office to pick up local maps, I took the tram which would take me to the city's Peace Park. Everyday workers crowded the tram and schoolchildren in their quirky naval-looking uniforms hopped on and off. The tram stop for the park is opposite the A-Dome, the only building to remain standing in the vicinity of the blast as the bomb exploded directly above it, razing everything else around it.
The A-Dome was left as a memorial in its shattered but erect state. I felt quite moved by this building, standing incongruously alone like a scar in the midst of the pretty gardens which make up the Peace Park, a stoic marker of the bomb. This feeling was consolidated when I visited the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum and saw pictures of the A-Dome taken not long after the bombing. It looked much as it does now, only standing even more remotely in the blackened wasteland surrounding it caused by the bomb's destructive force. That Hiroshima has regenerated and that the park (without its shattered monument) resembles any other city park in the world, is testament to human resilience and endeavour.
In another three days the city of Nagasaki will hold its own remembrance ceremony to mark the anniversary of the second nuclear bomb (with a plutonium core as opposed to the uranium one used on Hiroshima) to be dropped. This bomb claimed 70,000 lives initially with estimates of up to 140,000 eventual victims. These anniversaries mark an historical episode which shows the human capacity for destruction, and though superficially the cities have healed, the mental scars remain as do the lessons to be learnt.
26.7.05
From The Hip
The suspected terrorist shot dead at Stockwell tube station last week was innocent Brazilian electrician Jean Charles de Menezes. He was shot seven times in the head and once in the shoulder by armed plain clothed policemen. Seven times in the head seems like overkill to me and the whole event belongs in a Hollywood action flick. Sadly, it is rooted in reality and a man has lost his life because of mistake and terrible judgement.
The debate is raging now that an innocent man has died and the police have over-reacted in response to London's terrorist threats. It is undeniable that the police have a very difficult job to do in this current climate which may involve split second decisions when dealing with potential suicide bombers and terrorist situations. In this case they decided that this man posed sufficient threat after chasing him into a tube station and onto a train carriage, that they shot him in the head several times from close range in the mistaken belief that he had a bomb under his jacket, to safeguard the lives of members of the public.
Now, I can accept that in the critical moment the police had to make their decision and decided to take out the threat (although I'm not sure that it necessitated seven headshots), and that the armed police in the UK are acting on instinct under difficult circumstances. However, this innocent man died needlessly as the police had been trailing him from his house and so could have apprehended him in a less dangerous environment than the train carriage, given their belief that he was a suicide bomber. They even let him get on a bus, which begs the question as to the logic in the thinking that allowed a suspected suicide bomber to board a bus, yet when he got on a tube train they shot him in the head.
Those justifying the police action have commented that they were following procedure and acted to avert a perceived bomb strike, stating that had the police failed to stop him and he actually was a terrorist bomber, the results would have been catastrophic. The counter-argument to this is had the police acted with foresight and a policy of safely apprehending the suspect, events would not have escalated as they did.
An independent inquiry into the incident is underway and if reports are correct, the police acted as they believed they had to in the circumstances when shooting this man at Stockwell tube station. However, had they acted more appropriately when trailing him the ensuing events would not have necessitated their decision to shoot him dead. The full facts are yet to transpire and hindsight makes for easy answers to difficult questions. What is beyond doubt is that the British police face a hard task in terms of terrorist security and have made an unbelievable mistake in killing a totally innocent man; their reputation will suffer for the inept handling of this incident.
The debate is raging now that an innocent man has died and the police have over-reacted in response to London's terrorist threats. It is undeniable that the police have a very difficult job to do in this current climate which may involve split second decisions when dealing with potential suicide bombers and terrorist situations. In this case they decided that this man posed sufficient threat after chasing him into a tube station and onto a train carriage, that they shot him in the head several times from close range in the mistaken belief that he had a bomb under his jacket, to safeguard the lives of members of the public.
Now, I can accept that in the critical moment the police had to make their decision and decided to take out the threat (although I'm not sure that it necessitated seven headshots), and that the armed police in the UK are acting on instinct under difficult circumstances. However, this innocent man died needlessly as the police had been trailing him from his house and so could have apprehended him in a less dangerous environment than the train carriage, given their belief that he was a suicide bomber. They even let him get on a bus, which begs the question as to the logic in the thinking that allowed a suspected suicide bomber to board a bus, yet when he got on a tube train they shot him in the head.
Those justifying the police action have commented that they were following procedure and acted to avert a perceived bomb strike, stating that had the police failed to stop him and he actually was a terrorist bomber, the results would have been catastrophic. The counter-argument to this is had the police acted with foresight and a policy of safely apprehending the suspect, events would not have escalated as they did.
An independent inquiry into the incident is underway and if reports are correct, the police acted as they believed they had to in the circumstances when shooting this man at Stockwell tube station. However, had they acted more appropriately when trailing him the ensuing events would not have necessitated their decision to shoot him dead. The full facts are yet to transpire and hindsight makes for easy answers to difficult questions. What is beyond doubt is that the British police face a hard task in terms of terrorist security and have made an unbelievable mistake in killing a totally innocent man; their reputation will suffer for the inept handling of this incident.
22.7.05
Slipping The Net
So the events yesterday were eerily similar to the events of two weeks ago with the devices reported to be similar to the ones used then in terms of weight and size. Except this time only the detonator charges went off failing to set off the main explosives. Another failure was related to the suspects escaping, which in this moment of heightened security and increased public police presence is poor.
Suspect bombers fled tube stations chased by commuters yet still they managed to escape. Questions have to be asked about where the police were at the time (given the focus of attacks on the transport network, I'd have thought tube stations might be a priority). Sure, it's unreasonable to expect blanket police coverage as of course they can't be everywhere - but I've noticed one or two officers at most of the central stations recently so where were the ones at Warren St, if not at Oval and Shepherd's Bush which are a bit further out?
Apparently, armed police reacted quickly after reports that a man ran into University College Hospital near to Warren St tube station, but it seems like a case of locking the gate after the horse had bolted and there are no updates yet as to whether that man was finally caught. If you ask me, the officers who should have been outside that station were the ones who should have stopped that suspect, which would have saved the situation of armed police galloping into a hospital. Latest reports this morning are that a suspected bomber has been shot by police at Stockwell tube station but at the moment no further details are available.
I caught the overland train into Liverpool St this morning as I'm meeting friends for drinks tonight in Soho, so left my bike at home - hopefully there won't be too much disruption to the transport network.
Suspect bombers fled tube stations chased by commuters yet still they managed to escape. Questions have to be asked about where the police were at the time (given the focus of attacks on the transport network, I'd have thought tube stations might be a priority). Sure, it's unreasonable to expect blanket police coverage as of course they can't be everywhere - but I've noticed one or two officers at most of the central stations recently so where were the ones at Warren St, if not at Oval and Shepherd's Bush which are a bit further out?
Apparently, armed police reacted quickly after reports that a man ran into University College Hospital near to Warren St tube station, but it seems like a case of locking the gate after the horse had bolted and there are no updates yet as to whether that man was finally caught. If you ask me, the officers who should have been outside that station were the ones who should have stopped that suspect, which would have saved the situation of armed police galloping into a hospital. Latest reports this morning are that a suspected bomber has been shot by police at Stockwell tube station but at the moment no further details are available.
I caught the overland train into Liverpool St this morning as I'm meeting friends for drinks tonight in Soho, so left my bike at home - hopefully there won't be too much disruption to the transport network.
21.7.05
Strike Two
Exactly two weeks on to the day of the terrorist bombings in London, three incidents have occurred at Warren St, Shepherd's Bush and Oval tube stations as well as an incident involving a bus in Bethnal Green, East London. Most people in my office are out at lunch at the moment but it has been reported that these explosions involving men with rucksacks, were bomb detonators going off as some of the suspects were witnessed running away and minimal damage and injuries have occurred.
The police and services have gone to a raised state of emergency and these suspected terrorist attacks have caused the tube system to be suspended until further notice causing more transport headaches for commuters later this evening. I decided to ride in this morning so should be ok getting home give or take a couple of road diversions.
With news breaking by the minute it is hard to tell exactly what has happened, but with the underground down again it seems this was another attempt to strike London which hasn't quite gone to plan, as luckily none of the bombs seem to have been properly detonated. Well, the full picture will only appear after things have calmed down so I'm off to lunch for now.
The police and services have gone to a raised state of emergency and these suspected terrorist attacks have caused the tube system to be suspended until further notice causing more transport headaches for commuters later this evening. I decided to ride in this morning so should be ok getting home give or take a couple of road diversions.
With news breaking by the minute it is hard to tell exactly what has happened, but with the underground down again it seems this was another attempt to strike London which hasn't quite gone to plan, as luckily none of the bombs seem to have been properly detonated. Well, the full picture will only appear after things have calmed down so I'm off to lunch for now.
11.7.05
Over And Out
Saturday saw the last wedding of this year (unless there are some late announcements!) for me - that of uni friends N & V. As per the usual wedding between university friends it was nice to catch up with everybody, indulge in a few drinks and relive our student union days on the dancefloor. With the transport difficulties in London, it took me a while getting to Liverpool Street station from where I had to catch a train to Chelmsford, as the wedding venue was Leez Priory nearby.
A memorable day, we were in the beautiful surrounds of antique Tudor buildings set amongst expansive gardens complete with ponds and towers to explore. Following the wedding ceremony, which was carried out up in a romantic tower, guests were free to wander the grounds and buildings in the afternoon sun and as the evening's entertainment beckoned, people were attracted to the vicinity of the bar.
There were plenty of ducks wandering about due to the nearby ponds and they tended to follow people to the main buildings in search for food. It was almost like a scene out of Hitchcock's 'The Birds' when guests opened the main timber door to be greeted by a multitude of ducks waiting expectantly.
A memorable day, we were in the beautiful surrounds of antique Tudor buildings set amongst expansive gardens complete with ponds and towers to explore. Following the wedding ceremony, which was carried out up in a romantic tower, guests were free to wander the grounds and buildings in the afternoon sun and as the evening's entertainment beckoned, people were attracted to the vicinity of the bar.
There were plenty of ducks wandering about due to the nearby ponds and they tended to follow people to the main buildings in search for food. It was almost like a scene out of Hitchcock's 'The Birds' when guests opened the main timber door to be greeted by a multitude of ducks waiting expectantly.
8.7.05
London Bombings Aftermath
Met my sister at London Bridge yesterday afternoon to try and get home after all the transport disruption due to the bombings, joining the hordes of people walking up to Liverpool Street station which was reported as apparently open for overland trains only. Once there, we found crowds outside as the police and transport officials had closed the entrances explaining that they were trying to sort out limited train services. As Zone 1 buses (central) were not running we decided to walk north towards Hackney until we could catch a bus - which we eventually did, getting home in two hours as opposed to a usual commute of 40 minutes.
There are officially 37 dead from the four bombs which went off yesterday: 21 from the King's Cross tube; 7 from the Edgeware Rd tube; 7 from the Aldgate tube; 2 from the bus at Tavistock Square nr Russell Square. It's scary to think how much randomness plays into who lives or dies in these situations as my sister was on the train in front of the King's Cross tube which was bombed. She told me her train was rammed with people (she only just squeezed on), which explains the high number of fatalities on the train behind as it would have been similar. The death toll will probably rise due to the high number of casualties estimated at over 700.
My colleagues were saying that train and tube services were running a limited service this morning (with the affected tube lines closed) and that there were fewer people than normal. I decided it would be easier to ride my motorbike into work today than take the variety of bus routes and tube connections I would have had to use because of the closure of the Piccadilly line and King's Cross station. Road traffic seemed to be quite busy with plenty of buses running. On the whole, most of the transport system is up and running and people are trying to get on as normally as possible after yesterday's trauma.
BBC UPDATE
There are officially 37 dead from the four bombs which went off yesterday: 21 from the King's Cross tube; 7 from the Edgeware Rd tube; 7 from the Aldgate tube; 2 from the bus at Tavistock Square nr Russell Square. It's scary to think how much randomness plays into who lives or dies in these situations as my sister was on the train in front of the King's Cross tube which was bombed. She told me her train was rammed with people (she only just squeezed on), which explains the high number of fatalities on the train behind as it would have been similar. The death toll will probably rise due to the high number of casualties estimated at over 700.
My colleagues were saying that train and tube services were running a limited service this morning (with the affected tube lines closed) and that there were fewer people than normal. I decided it would be easier to ride my motorbike into work today than take the variety of bus routes and tube connections I would have had to use because of the closure of the Piccadilly line and King's Cross station. Road traffic seemed to be quite busy with plenty of buses running. On the whole, most of the transport system is up and running and people are trying to get on as normally as possible after yesterday's trauma.
BBC UPDATE
7.7.05
The Inevitable Strike
Luckily for me I got to work early this morning and so missed the chaos that followed all the so called 'power surges' on various tube lines including my usual Piccadilly line. Twenty minutes later and I could have been caught up in one of the tube trains involved in the explosion at King's Cross station which is on my daily commute.
Cue hysteria and speculation which mounted as news of other explosions came filtering through, initially described as electrical 'power surges', the news that a bus had exploded near Russell Square made up my mind that the explosions were a touch more sinister than electrical disruption. So the inevitable terrorist attack on London has happened. Well, at the moment the complete underground network is incapacitated and there are no buses running in central London - according to news reports, a terrorist outfit affiliated to Al-Qaeda is claiming responsibilty.
It's too early for any accurate official figures for the dead and injured, but given the timing of the attacks during the rush hour they could be quite high. The problem for many now (including myself) is being stranded in central London as the underground network has been shutdown and there are no buses operating around the centre of the city.
What is more frightening to me, is not that the attacks occurred (they were inevitable), but that the police and services which are on an anti-terror state of alert seem to have been caught totally unawares. Perhaps with focus on the G8 summit in Gleneagles and hence supposed heightened security, nobody thought an attack would come now. However, the police and emergency services are in full effect and the important thing now is not criticism, but support to help get the city of London fully functioning again.
BBC REPORT
Cue hysteria and speculation which mounted as news of other explosions came filtering through, initially described as electrical 'power surges', the news that a bus had exploded near Russell Square made up my mind that the explosions were a touch more sinister than electrical disruption. So the inevitable terrorist attack on London has happened. Well, at the moment the complete underground network is incapacitated and there are no buses running in central London - according to news reports, a terrorist outfit affiliated to Al-Qaeda is claiming responsibilty.
It's too early for any accurate official figures for the dead and injured, but given the timing of the attacks during the rush hour they could be quite high. The problem for many now (including myself) is being stranded in central London as the underground network has been shutdown and there are no buses operating around the centre of the city.
What is more frightening to me, is not that the attacks occurred (they were inevitable), but that the police and services which are on an anti-terror state of alert seem to have been caught totally unawares. Perhaps with focus on the G8 summit in Gleneagles and hence supposed heightened security, nobody thought an attack would come now. However, the police and emergency services are in full effect and the important thing now is not criticism, but support to help get the city of London fully functioning again.
BBC REPORT
5.7.05
A Spanish Affair
Arrived back yesterday from Spain where I've spent a long weekend celebrating the wedding of a couple of friends out there. Quite a raucous occasion in traditional full-on fiesta spirit, there was no fretting about whether the sun would come out as per your average english wedding because it was damn hot day and night!
It was a nice and easy registerial ceremony but the fun started at the restaurant where after a fine lunch/dinner the music was turned up in the wedding suite and the bottles of whisky and rum were broken out. Spanish measures are generous compared to the usual amounts to be found in the UK, and so the party was pretty well fuelled. We all moved on from there to sit out on the terrace of a nearby bar later where the drinking continued in more relaxed surroundings with only the younger generations involved this time (the elders having retired after the restaurant).
Eventually, we all made a move for the beach, reassembling there armed with various bottles of alcohol, ice-boxes, snacks and other essentials for a beach party. We carried on till dawn, only interrupted once by the local police who came to check we weren't up to anything too naughty and left us peaceably reminding us to clean up after ourselves - in all, a first for me as I've never finished off a wedding with drunken nightswimming before!
It was a nice and easy registerial ceremony but the fun started at the restaurant where after a fine lunch/dinner the music was turned up in the wedding suite and the bottles of whisky and rum were broken out. Spanish measures are generous compared to the usual amounts to be found in the UK, and so the party was pretty well fuelled. We all moved on from there to sit out on the terrace of a nearby bar later where the drinking continued in more relaxed surroundings with only the younger generations involved this time (the elders having retired after the restaurant).
Eventually, we all made a move for the beach, reassembling there armed with various bottles of alcohol, ice-boxes, snacks and other essentials for a beach party. We carried on till dawn, only interrupted once by the local police who came to check we weren't up to anything too naughty and left us peaceably reminding us to clean up after ourselves - in all, a first for me as I've never finished off a wedding with drunken nightswimming before!
22.6.05
Hot & Spicy
Just recovered from the weekend which saw a marathon event of a wedding take place. My friend RJ's wedding which involved a double ceremony and dash across London on one of the hottest days of the year so far. The schedule was tight, my suit felt tighter and I left the wedding card at home.
Not a great start to the day as I reached Baker St and discovered both the Metropolitan and Jubilee lines out of service. Luckily the Bakerloo line took me close enough to Wembley Park to be picked up by a friend en route to the church. I think including this one, the last four weddings I've been to have involved Catholic services and I found the congregational responses strangely automatic given the twelve years which have lapsed since I attended Catholic school and compulsory mass - I suppose it lodges in your brain somewhere whether you like it or not.
Following the church service, it was a race into the centre of town to the reception venue and the Vedic wedding ceremony for this was an Indian wedding. My first experience of such a ceremony, I found it fascinating to watch the various rituals being performed within the ornate wooden four-poster stage symbolising a temple (bride and groom having changed into traditional clothing from their previous western dress and looking just as great) - all explained in english between his sanskrit chanting by the very humorous and engaging Vedic ceremonial advisor.
Quite a spectacle and apart from the excellent food, music and venue, it was a very enjoyable wedding for its uniqueness and one which I'll remember for a long time to come. Also, I can't remember the last time I had seven different kinds of curry on a single plate - fantastic!
Not a great start to the day as I reached Baker St and discovered both the Metropolitan and Jubilee lines out of service. Luckily the Bakerloo line took me close enough to Wembley Park to be picked up by a friend en route to the church. I think including this one, the last four weddings I've been to have involved Catholic services and I found the congregational responses strangely automatic given the twelve years which have lapsed since I attended Catholic school and compulsory mass - I suppose it lodges in your brain somewhere whether you like it or not.
Following the church service, it was a race into the centre of town to the reception venue and the Vedic wedding ceremony for this was an Indian wedding. My first experience of such a ceremony, I found it fascinating to watch the various rituals being performed within the ornate wooden four-poster stage symbolising a temple (bride and groom having changed into traditional clothing from their previous western dress and looking just as great) - all explained in english between his sanskrit chanting by the very humorous and engaging Vedic ceremonial advisor.
Quite a spectacle and apart from the excellent food, music and venue, it was a very enjoyable wedding for its uniqueness and one which I'll remember for a long time to come. Also, I can't remember the last time I had seven different kinds of curry on a single plate - fantastic!
15.6.05
Wedding Season
Nothing but stag dos and weddings for the next month or two so I've been busy trying to organise myself into some kind of um, organisation - sorting wedding presents out, flight tickets (the one at the end of the month is in Spain) and other such necessities.
There's nothing like a good wedding in my book, but consider everyone getting sloshed and any/all of the following occurring (which I have seen in my wedding-going career so far):
(1) Catch me, catch me - ladies (some larger than others) scrabbling like frantic ferrets to catch the symbolic bouquet...usually ends with one or several ladies on the floor due to drinks spillage (see big moves below). To date, no fatalities but a couple of sprained ankles have been witnessed.
(2) The little people take a sip - children falling ill from drinking from adults' unattended/leftover alcoholic drinks (it's kind of funny seeing them reeling around...until they start vomiting everywhere). Let's face it, most of us tried it on at their age and there might even be some uncle (let's say 'Jim') who encourages such under-age sippage of the 'Ah, let 'em have a drink, it's a wedding for chrissakes!' school of (un)thinking.
(3) Uncle Jim shows his big moves - there's always some middle-aged rooster willing to show the youngsters how it's done on the dancefloor. Usually the only thing they achieve is self-injury by slipping on drinks spillage when attempting the 'running man'. Young children shriek in delight; older ladies tut and mutter that he should know better at his age; his wife reaches for the wine bottle.
(4) Love spreads - ah, how infectious love can be...pity that sometimes at weddings one or the other person to hook up are already married, and not to each other uh-huh. Seems to these lovers-who-like-living-on-the-edge that everyone's too busy celebrating to notice, but there's a lot of wily old eyes out there.
(5) Keep it in the family - familial fall-out sometimes related to the above when people have been found out, but usually related to some long-simmering family feud which everyone talks about happening in the distant past yet nobody can actually furnish the details. Uncle Jim gets a bloody nose but gives uncle Phil a black eye - they are last seen at the bar necking whisky together, whilst their bored wives dance with the young and dashing ushers.
Well, not all weddings are raucous events and sometimes they pass serenely and without major catastrophe. Now, I'm not cynical - I think two people pledging their troths to one another is a great thing; it's just that if you go to as many weddings as I seem to, then you start looking for something to differentiate each one, else they all merge into one big blur of white dresses, bad dancing and drink...
There's nothing like a good wedding in my book, but consider everyone getting sloshed and any/all of the following occurring (which I have seen in my wedding-going career so far):
(1) Catch me, catch me - ladies (some larger than others) scrabbling like frantic ferrets to catch the symbolic bouquet...usually ends with one or several ladies on the floor due to drinks spillage (see big moves below). To date, no fatalities but a couple of sprained ankles have been witnessed.
(2) The little people take a sip - children falling ill from drinking from adults' unattended/leftover alcoholic drinks (it's kind of funny seeing them reeling around...until they start vomiting everywhere). Let's face it, most of us tried it on at their age and there might even be some uncle (let's say 'Jim') who encourages such under-age sippage of the 'Ah, let 'em have a drink, it's a wedding for chrissakes!' school of (un)thinking.
(3) Uncle Jim shows his big moves - there's always some middle-aged rooster willing to show the youngsters how it's done on the dancefloor. Usually the only thing they achieve is self-injury by slipping on drinks spillage when attempting the 'running man'. Young children shriek in delight; older ladies tut and mutter that he should know better at his age; his wife reaches for the wine bottle.
(4) Love spreads - ah, how infectious love can be...pity that sometimes at weddings one or the other person to hook up are already married, and not to each other uh-huh. Seems to these lovers-who-like-living-on-the-edge that everyone's too busy celebrating to notice, but there's a lot of wily old eyes out there.
(5) Keep it in the family - familial fall-out sometimes related to the above when people have been found out, but usually related to some long-simmering family feud which everyone talks about happening in the distant past yet nobody can actually furnish the details. Uncle Jim gets a bloody nose but gives uncle Phil a black eye - they are last seen at the bar necking whisky together, whilst their bored wives dance with the young and dashing ushers.
Well, not all weddings are raucous events and sometimes they pass serenely and without major catastrophe. Now, I'm not cynical - I think two people pledging their troths to one another is a great thing; it's just that if you go to as many weddings as I seem to, then you start looking for something to differentiate each one, else they all merge into one big blur of white dresses, bad dancing and drink...
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