Sola Volcano?

This will mean nothing to most of you, but erstwhile NWO writers and some of the player base will recognise the reference.

It seems that eight centuries after the arch mage Casus Belli last visited the place, scientists have rediscovered Sola Volcano. That they are now calling it Empedocles shouldn't distract anyone in the know from the realisation that it is the same place!

Sola Volcano?

This will mean nothing to most of you, but erstwhile NWO writers and some of the player base will recognise the reference.

It seems that eight centuries after the arch mage Casus Belli last visited the place, scientists have rediscovered Sola Volcano. That they are now calling it Empedocles shouldn't distract anyone in the know from the realisation that it is the same place!

Going Underground

Ah Friday, best day of the week: weekend is nearly here and it is all anticipation of a good skive - I have nothing planned except perhaps wandering into Finchley to buy a waste paper basket for the bedroom (Oh, I know how to enjoy myself) and watching more football than many would consider sane.

There may be ice lollies, too; depends upon the weather.

The journey into work this morning was rather special. Northern Line to Euston OK; but traipsing around from the Charing Cross branch to the Victoria Line turned out to be pointless as the Victoria Line was suspended south of Warren Street because of signal failure.

Nice to have been warned.

I should have wandered back to the Northern Line Charing Cross Branch and made my way to Embankment, but the southbound Bank Branch train was coming in across the platform, so I though changing at Bank would do. The train was hot and crowded, so I bailed out at Monument instead, forgetting that that was on the north side of the Circle Line and that I would have to travel additional five or six stops. Still, it was less crowded and relatively cooler.

But it appears that the Circle and District Lines are subject to severe delays for some reason or other. Ah me. Forty minutes from Euston to Victoria…

And to add insult to injury, I remembered after the event that I could have changed to the Piccadilly Line at King’s Cross and exited at Green Park, leaving me with a pleasant walk down through the park instead of a slow moving heat and sweat fest at the wrong end of the city.

Tra-la.

Oh well, I’m here now. Another coffee beckons and then a smoke. Yes, I shall nip off for a ciggie, I think.

Going Underground

Ah Friday, best day of the week: weekend is nearly here and it is all anticipation of a good skive - I have nothing planned except perhaps wandering into Finchley to buy a waste paper basket for the bedroom (Oh, I know how to enjoy myself) and watching more football than many would consider sane.

There may be ice lollies, too; depends upon the weather.

The journey into work this morning was rather special. Northern Line to Euston OK; but traipsing around from the Charing Cross branch to the Victoria Line turned out to be pointless as the Victoria Line was suspended south of Warren Street because of signal failure.

Nice to have been warned.

I should have wandered back to the Northern Line Charing Cross Branch and made my way to Embankment, but the southbound Bank Branch train was coming in across the platform, so I though changing at Bank would do. The train was hot and crowded, so I bailed out at Monument instead, forgetting that that was on the north side of the Circle Line and that I would have to travel additional five or six stops. Still, it was less crowded and relatively cooler.

But it appears that the Circle and District Lines are subject to severe delays for some reason or other. Ah me. Forty minutes from Euston to Victoria…

And to add insult to injury, I remembered after the event that I could have changed to the Piccadilly Line at King’s Cross and exited at Green Park, leaving me with a pleasant walk down through the park instead of a slow moving heat and sweat fest at the wrong end of the city.

Tra-la.

Oh well, I’m here now. Another coffee beckons and then a smoke. Yes, I shall nip off for a ciggie, I think.