Is it pronounced Shrewsbury or Shrewsbury?
I asked [the] Shrewsbury Cops but they told me it could be either … or either.
Tomatoes tomatoes potatoes potatoes. Seriously, I thought it was Shrows-bury. But the football commentators all call it as spelt. Which is surely very un-English. I still treasure the moment when an American asked me where Lie Sester Square was.
It’s been a busy day. Still getting that self-isolation thing organised.
I tried to load the photo here, but it seems that I am once again suffering from photo loading difficulties.
The photo in question is a of an historical (1910) steam locomotive with a carriage piggy-backing on it. It’s not a real carriage even though it looks like one from the outside, because slap in the middle of it, unless I am much mistaken, there is a regular locomotive type boiler. All you can do is stand beside the boiler and look out through the windows.
Would that this blog was a similarly effective viewing gallery. I hope that this will soon be sorted. Again.
After 25 years of marriage, my husband and I are getting to know each other with a depth that is best avoided.
The comments vary, from the laughter of recognition to the usual Twitter denunciation of strangers on the basis of wildly insufficient evidence. Was she just joking? Very possibly. Lots of fine marriages seem to work all the better for them not spending all day together.
I’m okay. My new tabletop freezer just arrived this morning. Soon, I will start getting to know it in depth.
Sublime (although not for the unfortunate fish):
Ridiculous (although the ducks don’t seem to mind much):
I found the sublime one by first admiring this amazing photo of a mosquito’s foot at Mick Hartley’s blog. I followed the link there (and I recommend you do this also), and then wandered (ditto). If you like wild and wonderful creatures, that is. (Many of of them are of course not wild at all.)
i can’t now remember when photoing other people’s children, even photoing them completely by mistake while photoing something else entirely, became something you couldn’t and wouldn’t ever do. But it must have been some time in the noughts, and definitely well before July 2014, when I photoed this photo:
But I don’t think there’s any harm in showing this photo. No faces are at all visible, let alone recognisable. And of course faces are not the point of this photo, the view of the top of the kid’s head being exactly what makes it work so well.
Exactly a week ago, I spent my last day before You Know What erupted all over us, wandering around London, before attending an amazing chamber music concert at the Wigmore Hall.
During these wanderings, I encountered a red carpet, outside the London Palladium, in Argyll Street. Normally when you see a red carpet like this red carpet, you also see stars of stage and screen prancing about on it. But there is also something appealing about just seeing the red carpet, starless. Like this:
As you can see, it took me a while to feel my way to the ideal view of this red carpet, the one that captures its full and complete spiritual essence after which no further photoing was necessary. But if I just showed that final photo, all you would would have seen would have been pure spiritual essence. The mere carpetness of the carpet might not have come across. So I supplied all the other photos I photoed, to provide context.
My camera was more interested in the temporary railings close-up than it was in the signs announcing what the event was to which this red carpet was contributing. But I can tell you that this event was the National Prince’s Trust and TK Maxx & Homesense Awards 2020.
Congratulations to Phidizz, Alisa Ali, Alan Davies, Charleigh Morritt, Heathfield Community School, Kayanne Bond, Vicki Frost, and Akeme Cox, for being awarded, respectively, the HSBC UK Breakthrough Award, the Watches of Switzerland Group Young Ambassador of the Year award, the Ascential Educational Achiever of the Year award, the Delta Airlines Rising Star Award, the Dell Technologies Community Impact Award, the Homesense Young Achiever of the Year award, the Natwest Enterprise Award, and the Global Aga Khan Foundation Prince’s Trust Award.
I’ll be doing a lot less of this sort of thing, just wandering about in London, photoing at will:
And yes, photoed on March 17th 2019, in and around Hay’s Galleria. Tower Bridge, HMS Belfast, The Shard, all around there. Across the river, the Tower of London, no less.
The last photo is of that big lump of a building at the southern end of London Bridge, near to the Shard.
Also light fittings. I like London’s light fittings.
I also like that photo-posting here is back, after a short interruption.
March 17th 2019 was a date from that far off time before BMNB even existed, and galleries like this were tedious to do, and impossible for all you readers and viewers to click through conveniently, and above all quickly.
I’ll probably be doing quite a bit of catching up of this sort in the next few months, what with being stuck at home. As of now it looks like old geezers like me will be shouted at by the Fuzz, strictly from a distance you understand, to go home and to stay home.
Shopping for food or medicine will be tolerated. Just meandering about photoing, forget about it.
I am a terrible hoarder. I often find chucking useless stuff out damn near impossible. Especially if, as with the collapsed sandals pictured below, they have given me a decade and more of faithful service:
I find that the combination of photoing and blogging can take much of the sting out of such partings. These sandals don’t deserve to to be dead and buried, but dead and buried is what they must now be.
I did not do this posting for you. I did it for me. And for my departing sandals.
Or it looks that way.
Here’s one I took in 2007 under a London railway bridge, somewhere:
Appropriate now, I think you’ll agree.
I’ve included “Art” in the categories list below. Since there seems to be no product involved, I’m guessing it is.
LATER: I found another photo of this same sign/art. By image googling “scary”. Which worked, as it would.
Here. This had attached this information:
Sign under a railway bridge on Rivington Street, London.
Thank you photoer Howard Lake.
Now that I still can’t be showing off any of my own photos, I am keeping my eye more than usually open for other photos worth linking to. So, what do you reckon on this? I think it’s a wonderful photo.
In his Twitter bio, Gervais now describes himself as a “Godless Ape”. That’s how this photo makes him look, I think.