I started a self-imposed challenge to travel to all the stations at the limit of my 60+ Travelcard around London yesterday. First stop, Beckton in East London on the Docklands Light Railway. Of course, I sat at the front. Also saw a Terrapin and some tufted ducks in Beckton Park.
Yeah, spin-off from Brinsley Schwarz (where Nick Lowe started out) that gradually absorbed people from other pub rock bands until it even absorbed Brinsley Schwarz himself, and that band and all other pub rock bands ceased to exist. When they split, it resulted in Graham Parker and The Rumour and The Motors (of “Airport” fame).
Named after a fruit machine (in the sense of one-armed bandit rather than orange juice squeezer) apparently.
I know, replying to myself, but after posting a link to this site, I was looking at his blog today, which can be found at https://lileks.com/bleats/archive/25/0425/13.html - scroll down a page or two, and there’s not just an item on Drastic Plastic but also a link to a YouTube clip and a musing on “Why isn’t this guy famous and wealthy beyond compare?”
I presume this is one of the stray/homeless cats you're kind enough to give food to, and therefore a little bit of connection etc?. If so, keep up the good work and say Tourist from England says Hi.
I started a self-imposed challenge to travel to all the stations at the limit of my 60+ Travelcard around London yesterday. First stop, Beckton in East London on the Docklands Light Railway. Of course, I sat at the front. Also saw a Terrapin and some tufted ducks in Beckton Park.
Not a photo but, despite all of the terrible things people say about AI, it can be a lot of fun…
I can’t copy an entire website, so here’s a link to a site packed with the best of real-world retro-futurism, as well as some truly terrifying food.
https://www.lileks.com/institute/index.html
Some 2025 winter walk shots.
Streatham/Norbury:
Partially tame Grey Heron fed by lady in Beddington:
On Farthing Downs, Coulsdon, Surrey.
City of London, twenty-odd miles away:
Moon in the afternoon:
Red Kite:
...rust never sleeps
Back garden this afternoon. Catkins and, lo and behold, sunshine!...Spring just around the corner, hopefully
Kiwi fruit. Couldn't resist. Was hustled.
Put the loot in the boot
I was hoping that was a puddle of puke. Just to keep it Hollywood. I think someone ran over a stack of pancakes, though.
I will see you and raise you.
I thought that you were going to link Year 44 to this.
Morning bus ride.
Swirling Sardines.
It’s true