In the summer months I like to sit-out in the garden as the light fades and watch the stars appearing. Tiny points of light, unimaginably far away but bright enough to be seen across those vast distances. It's easy with the aid of a reference book, or a computer program to look up and say, … Continue reading Taxi to the Stars
I grew up in the Hertfordshire town of Berkhamsted where for the early part of my life my parents and I lived with my mother's parents in George Street at number 130. There are two roads here, in this particular part of the town, not in the town itself, George Street and Ellesmere Road, both … Continue reading Railways
I felt a rant coming on; it's my age I think, more and more despite my best intentions I feel less and less tolerant. I try not to give in but sometimes I just have to. Telly. Do you remember when "Telly" was an event? Good telly that is. People set aside some time in … Continue reading “tink” or When did bicycle bells become so unfit for purpose?
We got a wonderful email at work today, well, when I say "we" I mean those of us in the "engineering" section and before you ask, no, we don't all wear red shirts and when I say "wonderful" I mean... well, you decide. The mail itself was from the, wait for it, wait for it... … Continue reading Miscellaneous Claptrap
I've just listened to two Kansas albums back to back; first, "The Prelude Implicit" from last year (2016) and then from 1974 their debut album, "Kansas". Listening to the two albums you'd hardly know that 42 years separates them. Both are full of verve and energy and also full of all that wonderful stuff which … Continue reading Kansas, I’ve a feeling we’re not in toto anymore.
It seems to me that the only reason we had a referendum on the EU was so that David Cameron (remember him?), could ensure himself another term in office, he clearly didn't think that a small majority would tip the scales in favour of actually leaving the EU. The only reason Theresa May, once an … Continue reading Article 50.
It's Thursday 28th April 2011 and I’m sitting on the 05.51 departure from Chesham, staring up at Chesham’s disused signal box, it’s a grey morning but I have planned a rendezvous with a lady in red. The train doors rumble shut and we’re off, winding up the hillside to gain the Metropolitan main line at … Continue reading A spotter’s tale.