Perhaps he’s just being sensible or he has not responded to any journalist, who’s asked what he thinks!

could it be a pointer to something? Or if he says nothing, then he won’t have to refute what he said or change his mind.

Note that a poster says it will open in March 2012.

I didn’t show the most disgusting part of the new station; the smokers surrounding the entrance to the area.

Unless of course Ken wins the London Mayor election and he’ll be a guest of honour, along with a lot of other strange people.

The myth round here is that 4s have a take your own line approach to getting from one end of their route to the other. This was illustrated today as I saw a 4 going towards the Islington Angel on the Essex Road. I did find thought when I got home, that there had been a traffic accident.

There must be many more myths.

Would it not be sensible to create a fake one, that to the untrained eye looked like real one?  These could be issued to officers and would be used in a first instance, as one of the Met’s experts has just said, that when most people see a taser, they calm down and give up.

One new concept, I’ve not come across before is what is called Flybus, which uses a flywheel as a battery.

I am convinced that hybrid buses are the future, as I have three routes that are partly hybrid near me. From a noise point of view they are so much better for customers and bystanders alike and of course they use a lot less fuel

However, may years ago, I met a guy, who in the early-1960s had been an officer on a nuclear submarine in the United States Navy. They had been doing a joint exercise with the Royal Navy and he started the tale by saying that when the two navies work together, if possible all meetings between senior officers are held on Royal Navy ships, as food and drink is better. Especially on November 11th.

After this exercise the submarine went into Portsmouth for a bit of rest and recreation and to replenish supplies, before returning to the United States. The duties of the teller of this tale included getting the provisions. As one can imagine and especially in the early-1960s, lots of things they needed were not available in the naval base at Portsmouth, although they would be now. The only thing for which there wasn’t an obviously an easy substitute was the  fresh orange juice. After all, Portsmouth isn’t exactly Florida. So the helpful men of the Senior Service substituted several hundred bottles of beer.

When he got back to the submarine, he was obviously rather nervous and decided to make a clean breast of it to the Captain. After all several members of the crew, if not all, now knew of the beer, so to ditch it would ruin his relationship with them. The Captain warned him not to do it again, said could he try a few bottles and provided he didn’t see any of the beer or anybody the remotest bit intoxicated, he would let the matter rest.

So where did they hide all of these bottles of beer, as you could imagine that secret space is a bit limited on a submarine?

They hid the bottles in the torpedo tubes.

To summarise, it says that because France and Germany cooked the books, with Gordon Brown’s help, to get round the Maastrict rules, that it is now acceptable for anybody to overspend.

But why does this computer sometimes call me Jim. No-one does that.  In fact it was my father’s nickname, so I wouldn’t have used it would I?

Does anybody know how to change this American rediculousness?

Incidentally, if anybody calls me Jim on the phone, I immediately put it down, as it is probably a scam.

Note the red liver bird, which gives the ship it’s nickname of Crazy Red Chicken.