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My morning so far
Tuesday, January 17th, 2012 10:37 amIt looked rather chilly this morning when I peered out of the bedroom window at 7am, so when I left the house this morning, I was well wrapped against the winter.
Appearances can be deceiving and by the time I had reached the station at Ilford, I was a little warmer than I like and once I’d got on the train I was positively sweltering. This rather image of Yours Truly, with my customary vacant morning expression shows me just before I started the scramble to unbolt myself from my coat and scarf and let some cooler air in.
Note to self: trim beard unless you want to develop the Grizzly Adams look…
All I can say is that the weather is a damned sight milder than it appears.
Arriving at Victoria, I am increasingly impressed by the scale of development that’s going on, all of it centred on plans for the new underground ticketing office and entrances for the Tube station. I don’t know where all the other entrances are going to be when the work is finally completed – presumably some where they are now, on and around Victoria Street and the mainline station. But certainly one of them, perhaps the largest, judging from the artist’s impression, will be across the street outside my office, on Bressenden Place. That places it two full blocks and three streets away from the station. When it’s finished, I shall be able to walk a couple of hundred yards underground to the platforms. Certainly something needs to be done; it’s pandemonium down there during the rush, which is one of the reasons I work staggered hours as best I can.
The immediate upshot, however, is the fact that the walk from Victoria underground station to the office, is becoming increasingly circuitous, and involves a series of zigzag routes through the ever changing building site, or a fair old detour clock or anticlockwise. Simply crossing that stretch of Victoria Street is a challenge now, involving walking the length of the section in one direction or the other because of the temporary barriers.
The whole area is a couple of machine gun nests and watch towers away from becoming a fair representation of the early Berlin Wall. Anyone attempting a frontal assault on Bressenden Place from the station area would have to be a moist determined foe indeed.
Appearances can be deceiving and by the time I had reached the station at Ilford, I was a little warmer than I like and once I’d got on the train I was positively sweltering. This rather image of Yours Truly, with my customary vacant morning expression shows me just before I started the scramble to unbolt myself from my coat and scarf and let some cooler air in.
Note to self: trim beard unless you want to develop the Grizzly Adams look…
All I can say is that the weather is a damned sight milder than it appears.
Arriving at Victoria, I am increasingly impressed by the scale of development that’s going on, all of it centred on plans for the new underground ticketing office and entrances for the Tube station. I don’t know where all the other entrances are going to be when the work is finally completed – presumably some where they are now, on and around Victoria Street and the mainline station. But certainly one of them, perhaps the largest, judging from the artist’s impression, will be across the street outside my office, on Bressenden Place. That places it two full blocks and three streets away from the station. When it’s finished, I shall be able to walk a couple of hundred yards underground to the platforms. Certainly something needs to be done; it’s pandemonium down there during the rush, which is one of the reasons I work staggered hours as best I can.
The immediate upshot, however, is the fact that the walk from Victoria underground station to the office, is becoming increasingly circuitous, and involves a series of zigzag routes through the ever changing building site, or a fair old detour clock or anticlockwise. Simply crossing that stretch of Victoria Street is a challenge now, involving walking the length of the section in one direction or the other because of the temporary barriers.
The whole area is a couple of machine gun nests and watch towers away from becoming a fair representation of the early Berlin Wall. Anyone attempting a frontal assault on Bressenden Place from the station area would have to be a moist determined foe indeed.