Tuesday, January 29, 2002

Tuesday 29 January 2002

Nottingham, London and Louth

Louth? do I hear you question?
Louth in Lincolnshire, the place of my birth and upbringing in the land that time forgot.
Louth, famous for - well being Louth really, on the Greenwich Meridian line (passes through the Meridian Cafe), home of such luminaries as chanteuse Barbara Dickson, actor Patrick Mower, creator of Jilted John and John Shuttleworth Graham Fellows, and poet Alfred Tennyson.

What attracts such stars of the firmament to Louth in the land that time forgot? Must be the tranquil air, methinks.

Louth has a new theatre courtesy of the lottery - with a most curious architectural feature which allows the visitors parking their cars to view the outer section of the gents toilets. Take care Oh ye Patrons to zip before washing your hands lest thy rod pole or perch be subject to ridicule and scorn.

It was my Dad's 81st birthday on Saturday - Dad of the cyberworld, former miller, jazz afficianado and all round good egg.

And it chucked it down all day so that the streets of Louth in the land that time forgot ran with streams.

A good day nevertheless and the cake from Borough Market, a whisky and orange chocolate bomb, survived the buffeting of public transport, only for Dad to put his finger through the icing. Delicious though.

Friday, January 18, 2002

Friday 18 January 2002
London and Nottingham later again

Do you detect a pattern building up in my life? A constant to-ing and fro-ing, an ebb and flow between London and Nottingham?

I should say something about Nottingham I guess - it is the city with the highest ratio of women to men in the country - a fact that has its origins in the early part of the 20th century when women were attracted to the city for employment in the lace manufacturing industry. Later in that century, women also kept the city's other industries moving, while men did more masculine things like mining and getting shot at by Hitler. Player's cigarette factory had groups of employees known as Player's Angels (see the most excellent play by Amanda Wittington for more on this) - and Raleigh Bikes and Boots the Chemist all employed large workforces of women.

Now Nottingham has one of the highest student populations in the country - over 40,000 students reside there during term time - and most of them hit the streets and bars and clubs of the city centre - I was going to say at the weekend, but it's most nights of the week. The average age of the city drops by about ten years each September.

And just to re-inforce the old fogeyness of today's despatch - I'm just amazed at the skimpiness of the apparel people wear to go out of a night. Thin cropped and off the shoulder tops, cold white goose bumped legs - and that's just the blokes. I thought Newcastle was famed for the 'let's hit the town in little more than a vest' outlook on life - but hey, Nottingham young people could take on the Geordies in a skimpiness contest at any time - come on then if you think you're skimpy enough etc...

and I'll be heading back there today - to escape the seething metropolis - and to see the cat again - ah Nessie..

a friend has just been attacked by her feline pet - I think jealousy could have been the motive - but as a warning to feline followers - avoid staring wide eyed at a cat, they think it is threatening.. and avoid holding them by the tail - they think that is painful.

and just a reminder about navigating the site in its current condition - I've been updating the Thought for the Day section as often as I can - and this weekend I'm updating the photos some more too..

both these sections can be found in the Links section of the home page.
go back from here, click on links and look down the list to where Thoughts and Photos are..

have a nice - not too skimpy - weekend

Friday, January 11, 2002

Friday 11 January
London and Nottingham later

not so much a travel update but a pointer to the fact..
that I've not been anywhere much in my travels - the heater bust in the car and the journey into work is only across the bridge..

so I've been updating the Thought for the Day section as often as I can - and this weekend I'm updating the photos too..

both these sections can be found in the Links section of the home page.
go back from here, click on links and look down the list to where Thoughts and Photos are..

and enjoy

Tuesday, January 08, 2002

Tuesday 8 January 2002


back at work, weerrrrk, down here by the Monument in the good old city of London.
The Monument commemorates the start of the fire of London 1666, which started in a baker's shop in Pudding Lane - the Monument was erected by the good burgers of the city at a point the exact height away from the shop... that is to say - if the Monument fell over, the ball at the top would demolish the shop for a second time.

seems a bit unnecessary really.

It is 202 feet high with 311 steps inside the column up to the viewing platform.. I know because I've climbed them - and got a certificate to prove it.. the entrance fee is £1.50 which is astonishingly good value for a lunchtime exercise.

The column was designed by Sir Christopher Wren and his friend Dr Robert Hooke. A massive Doric column in the antique style - it says on the certificate.

The fire of London was a bit of a disaster - though there was relatively little loss of life - and it did bring about the destruction of many poor substandard and crowded dwellings and the planning of sections of the city that we see today. It also swept away much of the plague that had decimated London in the previous year.

I am minded of the fires in Florida, and Idaho, last summer that took hold (after I had ridden through) - and the fires in Sydney and New South Wales that are creating such havoc down under...

and the fire that swept though the forest in Bambi...