... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Monday, November 4, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
still clinging on in battersea ... made in new york ?
https://archive.org/stream/copperweathervan00jwfi#page/10/mode/thumb
weathervane catalogue via feuilleton
Friday, November 1, 2013
A sometimes daft and improbable Friday
Homeward bound at dusk, the platforms at Vauxhall are crowded,
the signs aren’t working, the African station announcer is hesitantly struggling with his syntax … and then everyone on the station looks
incredulous because a completely clean and completely empty train draws in.
In mid-afternoon, as I slow down for a level crossing by
Betchworth Station, a highly polished green steam locomotive thunders past, belching
grey smoke and drawing eight antique brown and cream Pullman carriages.
On the three-thirty bus to work this morning, a jolly crowd
of well-heeled but penniless Halloween clubbers get on and argue about the
fare. One athletic young man is dressed
as a pumpkin … and he is ready and willing, he declares loudly in a public school accent, to
fight any passenger that disapproves. “Relax !”, I tell him, “You look great !”
http://www.orient-express.com/web/uktr/british_pullman.jsp?c=ppc&p=uk&cr=uktr_br_bp&gclid=CM-5yanyxboCFRMctAodwxsAZQ
http://www.orient-express.com/web/uktr/british_pullman.jsp?c=ppc&p=uk&cr=uktr_br_bp&gclid=CM-5yanyxboCFRMctAodwxsAZQ
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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