A Grand Day Out

It's been a good day if tiring; I'm not used to doing so much walking these days. Naughty: must do more.

Tube down to Tottenham Court Road and then a walk along Oxford Street to M&S so that ellefurtle could acquire additional working clothes, then back along Oxford Street and down to the arse-end of Salisbury Avenue so that I could visit Forbidden Planet. Not as successful as it could have been, but I picked up the new Dreamwatch and this:



Thence a walk down to Embankment, over the bridge, past the London Eye and down to the Imperial War Museum, which was both a longer and more tiring walk than I remembered. A couple of hours at the museum and then back to Waterloo for the tube home. There was a little debate as to whether we should have stayed in town a bit longer, but given the way we both flaked out on the train home, coming back ahead of rush hour was probably wise.

I didn't find, much less purchase a naval print suitable for framing, but I did buy a copy of this poster depicting what I am pretty sure are fictitious battleships:
I'm not aware of any British battleships mounting two forward facing quadruple turrets. Even the King George V class, which mounted two quad turrets only had one fore and aft, the second forward turret being a more standard two gun arrangement. The Nelsons possibly the oddest battleships ever built had three triple turrets...

Anyway, it's on the bedroom door now. I'll have to search out an affordable art print later.

Oh well, shower, now and then bed. Strike's over; work tomorrow.

A Grand Day Out

It's been a good day if tiring; I'm not used to doing so much walking these days. Naughty: must do more.

Tube down to Tottenham Court Road and then a walk along Oxford Street to M&S so that ellefurtle could acquire additional working clothes, then back along Oxford Street and down to the arse-end of Salisbury Avenue so that I could visit Forbidden Planet. Not as successful as it could have been, but I picked up the new Dreamwatch and this:



Thence a walk down to Embankment, over the bridge, past the London Eye and down to the Imperial War Museum, which was both a longer and more tiring walk than I remembered. A couple of hours at the museum and then back to Waterloo for the tube home. There was a little debate as to whether we should have stayed in town a bit longer, but given the way we both flaked out on the train home, coming back ahead of rush hour was probably wise.

I didn't find, much less purchase a naval print suitable for framing, but I did buy a copy of this poster depicting what I am pretty sure are fictitious battleships:
I'm not aware of any British battleships mounting two forward facing quadruple turrets. Even the King George V class, which mounted two quad turrets only had one fore and aft, the second forward turret being a more standard two gun arrangement. The Nelsons possibly the oddest battleships ever built had three triple turrets...

Anyway, it's on the bedroom door now. I'll have to search out an affordable art print later.

Oh well, shower, now and then bed. Strike's over; work tomorrow.

I need a title

The Karma Pixies are employing gravity to make my life miserable (with a small ‘m’) this afternoon.

I have had one digestive biscuit¹ splodge on my keyboard, another on my desk and a third splat on the floor. Admittedly none of this would have happened if I hadn’t dunked them in my coffee first, but even so; three kamikaze biscuits in succession?

Outrageous.

I am finding it difficult to concentrate today. I don’t know why, but I do know that it is one of those days where if I was at home I should be staring down fluff bunnies and opening and closing desk drawers, making umpteen cups of coffee (doing that anyway) all in any old attempt to burn off time. I think I shall give it another half hour or so and then disappear off. I shall wander up the road and see if I can find a cheap aerial splitter. That sounds far more fun than hanging around here.

My email conversation about the leather jacket continues; they want me to order it through the website, the website won’t allow me to order the size I want and there is no room for comments and so it goes around. My enthusiasm for the entire exercise is beginning to wane as like a 1960s cartoon, I see the same backgrounds going round past me time after time.

¹I can’t be bothered to debate the merits of UK and Pacific Commonwealth usage versus North American usage. Just assume I mean “cookie” if needs be.

I need a title

The Karma Pixies are employing gravity to make my life miserable (with a small ‘m’) this afternoon.

I have had one digestive biscuit¹ splodge on my keyboard, another on my desk and a third splat on the floor. Admittedly none of this would have happened if I hadn’t dunked them in my coffee first, but even so; three kamikaze biscuits in succession?

Outrageous.

I am finding it difficult to concentrate today. I don’t know why, but I do know that it is one of those days where if I was at home I should be staring down fluff bunnies and opening and closing desk drawers, making umpteen cups of coffee (doing that anyway) all in any old attempt to burn off time. I think I shall give it another half hour or so and then disappear off. I shall wander up the road and see if I can find a cheap aerial splitter. That sounds far more fun than hanging around here.

My email conversation about the leather jacket continues; they want me to order it through the website, the website won’t allow me to order the size I want and there is no room for comments and so it goes around. My enthusiasm for the entire exercise is beginning to wane as like a 1960s cartoon, I see the same backgrounds going round past me time after time.

¹I can’t be bothered to debate the merits of UK and Pacific Commonwealth usage versus North American usage. Just assume I mean “cookie” if needs be.