I know the attacking of Libya is serious, but why do the admirals of the United States Navy appear on TV, in full dress uniforms with all their medals and decorations?
Some have almost as many as Gaddafi!
This sign is on the platform at London Bridge station.
I think it is the least that passengers can expect, that the driver of their train is totally of sound mind.
I have to ask though if it is OK to disturb the driver if he is asleep?
Whenever I go south of the Thames, I get lost. Why this should be I do not know, but its happened to me so many times. It could be that I’m allergic to it, as I was born on the right side of the river. I summed it up in this post, entitled an Expedition to the Deep South.
Yesterday, all I wanted to do was get to Orpington, so I took the Northern line to London Bridge and tried to find a train. I knew they are fairly frequent, but the boards were incomprehensible, the Information Desk was closed and it was a question of taking pot-luck. There was a rumour, that there might be a train on Platform 5, so I went there and waited.
A train was going to Orpington first stop, but I had a feeling there was an earlier one on another platform. In the end I waited and caught it.
But which Minster was this train going to? The one I know is on the Isle of Sheppey. So I didn’t want to fall asleep and end up there!
What is needed is some simple means to determine which is the platform for the next train to Station X. Perhaps a terminal with times and platforms, but then that would enable people to be at the right gate for their train, instead of waiting in a scrum until it was announced.
I’ve got to go to Gatwick tomorrow, as I’m off to Greece for a few days. I’m almost tempted to get a train to Croydon on the Overground and then get one to Gatwick from there. But the East London Line goes to the other Croydon.
I wish my flight was from Heathrow, Stansted or City, as that would be so much simpler
I hate the SimpleHuman rubbish bin, I bought for my kitchen, with a vengeance. Quite frankly, it’s absolute rubbish.
The main problem is that every time you take out one of the containers, it traps your fingers and as mine are sensitive after the stroke, it’s hurts. I forget the fact that it needs expensive special bin liners, the lids don’t stay up when you want and that it takes up valuable floor space in my small kitchen, but it has to go.
But lets face it, evety other one I’ve seen is expensive and/or a useless design.
So I’ve now relegated it to a bin for my dry recyclables.
Note how I’m using two IKEA hooks to hold up a Waitrose carrier bag for my food waste and other non-recyclables.
I’ve bought a few useless things in my time, but I believe this is the worst husehold item I’ve ever bought.
The number 30 bus, I got on today was dedicated to Dave Gardner. This picture shows the plaque inside. His name is also on the back.
He was obviously a great guy to have around and the named bus is a great tribute.
I think we should do it more often. It has to be remembered that many acts of heroism on the railways have been commemorated by the naming of locomotives. They are described here.