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- The uniqueness of our microbiome
- Fuck the duck until exploded
- My chance to ride a bus almost as old as me
- The illustrations for Christian Michel’s talk this Friday (plus some thoughts from me)
- In which I quotulate from a photo of a Canadian train
- And now a photo-drone in a London shop window
- MDL and DPD delivered what they promised but were wrong about me having to be there to sign for it
- At the Libertarian Home cost of living debate
- The death of email?
- Only with a computer
- Godot nearly ready
- Bald bloke taking a photo
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Category archive: Transport
Today, blogwise, has been one of those days. By that I mean not that I have been too busy to do any blogging. I merely mean that I haven’t felt like doing any, and have in fact not, until now. I have had plenty of time to blog. I just haven’t used any of it to blog.
So, it’s just as well that, I now discover, there has been an incoming email from Michael Jennings, entitled:
If you want to ride a really old bus, here is your chance.
Which reminds me that, recently, when mostly photoing photoers photoing Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red, I found myself photoing, instead, this:
He wasn’t taking photos. He was checking through photos he’d taken earlier.
I can remember when buses like that were the latest thing.
LATER: More about those Tower of London poppies. I read that Guardian piece before I discovered Guido was already on to it, and I thought it was weird too. Like one of the commenters, and Guido, said: clickbait. Plus, as another commenter said: yeah, the general public likes it, it means something, no wonder the Guardian art critic can’t be doing with it. Let’s hope Natalie Solent gives the piece a good fisking like it’s 2004.
I know what you are thinking. That there is no connection between a big red historic thing which people just never forget about and a big red thing about an historic thing which people just never forget about. Something along those lines?
Can you quotulate a picture? I just did. I just quotulated a picture of a Canadian train leaving a Canadian railway station, in this posting, at Quotulatiousness.
The original picture, I thought when I saw it, was good, but mostly what I thought it was was good in parts. So, I sliced out the parts that I particularly liked, and I now feature those best bits here:
I also did a bit of rotating.
What I like is the reflection of the train, and the shadows, and especially the shadow of the photographer, a digital photographer thing that I always enjoy, both when I do it, or when others do it.
By homing in on these merits, I believe I draw more attention to them than did the original taker of the photo.
LATER: The Quotulator quotulates me.
It’s one thing to see a photo-drone reviewed in DPReview, and costing the best part of a thousand quid. It’s quite another to see one in the flesh, in a London shop window, on sale for less than four hundred:
Photoed by me through the window of Maplin’s in the Strand, late this afternoon.
Here are the details of this gizmo, at the Maplin’s website.
Okay, that must be a very cheap camera, but even so, this feels to me like a breakthrough moment for this technology, if not exactly now, then Real Soon Now. Note that you can store the output in real time, on your mobile phone. Something tells me that this gadget is going to generate some contentious news stories about nightmare neighbours, privacy violations, and who knows what other fights and furores.
What might the paps do with such toys? And how soon before two of these things crash into each other?
A few days ago, my beloved Panasonic Lumix FZ150 started misbehaving. An immobile black blob, the same blob every time, started inserting itself into all the pictures. Disaster. I shook the camera to see if it might be a superficial problem like a bit of gunk which further shaking might move to a harmless spot, but the black blob never moved, not by one pixel. I am sure this could be mended, but I didn’t have time for that, because last night I was about to attend that Libertarian Home cost of living debate, for free, on the clear understanding that I would take lots of photos.
Besides which, I hate not having a camera on me at all times. Who knows what unimortalisable dramas I might have to endure while being bereft of the ability to photograph them?
So, I immediately went out and bought another camera, from a shop. I chose the FZ150’s smarter younger brother, the Panasonic Lumix FZ200. This camera was a bit costly, yes, but, having been around for a while, not as costly as it might have been. And, it works better than the FZ150 in low light, or so everyone who cares has been saying. At indoor meetings, for instance.
I had hoped that the FZ200, being so very similar to and merely a bit better than the FZ150, would use an identical battery, which would mean that I would then have two spare batteries for the FZ200, in addition to the one it came with, on account of me having bought a spare for the FZ150 when I bought that. Alas, not. The FZ200 has its own somewhat different battery, and that meant I needed yet another spare battery. Now that SD card space is infinite, it is batteries that are now liable to run out, what with all the snaps you can now put on your infinite SD card. One battery, for a big event or expedition, is not now enough.
So, I ordered an FZ200 battery via Amazon, and paid extra for it to arrive yesterday, instead of just whenever.
And it did arrive yesterday. Once again, just as happened with that book that reached me the day before yesterday, the fundamentally important thing got done. I wanted the book and I got it. I wanted a new back-up battery, pronto, and I got it. Good.
An email arrived first thing yesterday morning, saying that the battery would arrive between 11.54 and 12.54, and that I should be in at that time, to sign for the package when I received it. Excellent. This email was identical in format to the ones telling me about how Macmillan Distribution (MDL) would be delivering the book that they had been promising, but I recognised the email about the battery as genuine, because it had lots of Amazon verbiage at the top of a sort that always signifies genuine Amazon business. Again, good. I was all set to write an admiring blog posting about this latest delivery service, the one that delivered the battery, an enterprise called DPD.
Saying when a delivery will be made, to the nearest hour, is a huge step forward, when the receiver is householder in a household rather than an office worker in an office. An office can have someone present throughout any given day, to receive incoming items and generally communicate with the outside world on behalf of all workers based there, present or absent. But the idea that a householder should be expected to wait around all day just to sign for one incoming delivery is, frankly, contemptible. As soon as a delivery person knows approximately when he’ll be arriving, and the chances are he will know this first thing in the morning, that information should be communicated to the householder. This used not to happen, but with these two delivery enterprises, it did. As I say, this is a big step in the right direction.
In both of these cases I did get this message. The book was promised between 8.30 and 9.30, and it arrived then, by which time I just about believed that the book emails were genuine. This battery was promised between 11.54 and 12.54, and it arrived then, just as I expected it to.
But all this fuss and palaver about timing becomes rather superfluous if all that the delivery person actually does when he arrives is leave the thing, unsigned for, in whatever place near to the householder he considers sufficiently near. The whole point, as insisted upon in both emails about this, of stating a specified time of arrival, is to make sure that I, the householder, was present in person, to sign for the thing. But in neither of these two cases was my presence, as it turned out, actually required. My buzzer, the one outside the front door of all the flats where my flat is, is working fine. I checked, using a visiting friend to hear it when I myself went downstairs and buzzed. Yet neither of these two delivery persons deigned to use this buzzer. They knew the number. The book deliverer even found his way right to my own personal door. But, no buzzing.
Let me spell it out. Both delivery companies told me I had to be there during the hours they each specified. Failure by me to sign would mean no delivery and further palaver while re-delivery was negotiated. These proclamations may have been offered in good faith, but they were false. I did not have to be there.
I got what I wanted. But if the original supplier wanted proof that I had received the items in the form of my signature, then DPD and MDL, in the form of the two delivery persons, would be unable to supply this proof without faking it. Were my signatures forged on little electronic devices, I wonder?
In the case of the DPD person, the person who did not even try to get my signature had, according to the DPD email, a name: “Mark”. I had been anticipating something better from “Mark”. Sadly, not.
The basic problem here, I think, is that the service supply chain is too long and is out of control. Suppliers of products promise in all sincerity that products will be delivered in exactly the manner they promise. But the person they are depending on to keep that promise doesn’t care about that promise, or not about all of it. He knows that, so long as the punter gets his hands on his precious thing, then whether any signing happens is, as far as the punter is concerned, a secondary matter. Being commanded to be somewhere you didn’t actually need to be is annoying, yes, and this is what happened to me, twice. But not getting the thing is something else again. Had one of these items (especially the battery) not arrived when stated, then you can be sure that I would have been complaining. But complaining as in trying to get my hands on the damn battery, not complaining as in just marking the whole scenario out of ten, after my basic problem (getting the battery) had been entirely solved.
By the way, when I enabled the graphic decoration of one of the Macmillan Deliveries (MDL) emails, the email then proceeded show me a picture of a DPD van. Either Macmillan are all mixed up with DPD, or else Macmillan stole the DPD email and neglected to expunge DPD from it. Or something. I really do not care.
But that’s typical. Who the hell was I dealing with here? Who, in the event that either of these items had not turned up at all, would I have had to direct my seriously angry complaints? As opposed to these mere grumbles about a basically satisfactory state of affairs, underneath all the crap.
When you have a major complaint to aim at one of these complicated supply chains, then you could well be screwed. It may take you many hours or even days to find out even who to complain to, let alone how to gouge satisfaction out of them. (Although, to be fair to Amazon, they take responsibility for everything that they do or that anyone unleashed via them does, for and to you, which is all part of why I bought that battery through Amazon rather than by some other cheaper but less dependable means. (The previous sentence is a short explanation of why Amazon now rules the world.))
But (and to get back to my point before all the brackets), when it comes to lesser complaints, complaints about blemishes on a system that basically works pretty well, well, this is why blogs were invented. With a blog posting, you can slag off the entire universe. You don’t have to be bothered with which exact bit of the universe it was that did you wrong. You can just tell your story. Then, instead of you begging the universe to correct things, the universe, if any of it cares, has to convince you that there was no problem and to convince you to stop saying it.
In case you are wondering why I have gone on at such length about a basically rather minor problem, the answer is that I am optimistic about problems like this actually being solved. A business often does a basically good thing, but rather crappily, while they struggle to get it totally organised and running totally smoothly. People buy whatever it is, but sneer at the crap, because it is crappy and because they can. The businesses then hears all the sneering and gets it sorted and gets even better. Compare and contrast: the government.
This is a point I have made here before. Follow that link, as you now don’t need to, and you will read me deriding a plan to refer to a Big London Thing as the “Safesforce Tower”. Salesforce is a perfectly decent business, which does whatever it does. But it had a silly plan to change the name of a Big London Thing from something sensible to something very stupid. And guess what, what with all the complaints about this plan from me and from multitudes of others, that ridiculous circumstance has now been corrected. Not in the way I would have liked. Salesforce has still not been shamed into civility. But nearby politicians have forced civility down Salesforce’s throat. And the Heron Tower will not now be officially called the “Salesforce Tower”.
Although, London being London, this tower might now actually be called the Salesforce Tower, unofficially, in perpetuity, as a joke, given that no other joke name now obviously suggests itself for this rather ungainly erection.
By the way, it turned out that one battery sufficed for last night’s meeting. But, I did not know that this would be the case beforehand, and had I only had one battery I would not have felt free to take as many photographs as I did feel free to take. With public meetings, it’s a numbers game. The light is bad and people are constantly moving about, so half your pictures will be rubbish right off, if only because someone was blinking at the time. The trick is for the other half of your pictures still to be a large enough collection for you to be able to pick out a few truly good ones. So, the spare battery was useful, even if I didn’t make any actual physical use of it.
I realise that very few readers indeed will have read right to the end of this ridiculously long-winded and repetitious posting. But, having written it and having posted it, I feel better.
I sympathise with whoever wrote this:
West Brom can hardly believe their luck. Being denied a win at the death by Manchester United is one thing, but having teased a previously woeful Marouane Fellaini back to life must really does takes the biscuit.
“Must really does takes the biscuit.” I reckon he was choosing between, not two, but three different ways of saying what he was saying, but managed to combine all three.
This is the kind of mistake that can only happen with a computer. If you were merely writing, or typing with an old school typewriter, there is no way you would have put that.
When I perpetrate something like that, and I frequently do, and if I later spot the mistake, I then allow myself to correct it, no matter how long ago I made the mistake. Is this wrong? My blog, my rules.
A subsection of Sod’s Law states that whenever you mention someone else’s mistake in something you say on the www, you will make a similar sort of error yourself. If I do this in this posting, I will not correct my error, but will add something “LATER”, in which I identify my error.
Computers. New ways to screw things up.
I attended a talk this evening at Christian Michel’s about robots. The point was made the robot cars probably will be safer, but every once in a Blue Moon, there will be a truly spectacular disaster, of a sort impossible to perpetrate with old school cars.
Dezeen has pretend-photos today of London’s soon-to-be-unleashed new driverless tube trains. As I write this, they’re all over the TV news.
Their pictures are spooky, being mostly of the black and mysterious fronts of the trains:
The BBC reports that the Train Driving Union is angry. I’m sure it is. I guess it will refuse to drive these driverless trains.
Seriously, they’re on a hiding to nothing. The D(ocklands) L(ight) R(ailway) already has driverless trains and having them on the tube is the obvious next step. It’s like they said when the atom bomb was first used in anger. The only important secret, said somebody clever and famous, is now public knowledge. It works.
The picture that interested me rather more was this one (which I found earlier today at the Evening Standard):
This is a trend that has been growing and growing. Instead of each carriage being a separate room, the whole train is now one huge elongated room. The Tube already has trains like this, but they are just a bit clunky at the joins. These new trains, judging by that picture, will accomplish this effect with unprecedented elegance and panache, or so it looks to me. You almost can’t seen the join.
I guess one good consequence of this is that if one part of this single room is extremely crowded, such a crowd is able to spread itself out, towards the not so crowded parts of the room.
That might be the good news. But the other day, I found myself doing something really rather annoying to my fellow passengers, on one of these new, single room trains. I was in a big hurry, and had just managed to catch the train I found myself on. But, I happened to know that, in order to minimise the time of my journey, I needed to be at the other end of the train. So, crowded though the train was, I barged my way through it, as politely as I could but still rather disruptively, thereby getting a lot nearer to where I knew the exit was at my destination station.
Is this a Thing now, I wonder?
I also wonder what other effects there will be of these new and improved connections between tube carriages. What effect, for instance, will this have on busking?
Yes, dezeen (Dezeen?) continues to be a favourite wwwspot for me. Here are some recent dezeen postings that got my attention, for this or that reason.
First, news that there will be a viewing platform on top of the Walkie Talkie:
The Walkie Talkie Skygarden has yet to open and will, I’m sure, come with a catchier name. But already it is in obvious competition with the Shard – pricey versus free, ascetic steel and glass versus sylvan repose, supreme height versus not being able to see the Walkie Talkie. ...
Very droll. The original was about how you couldn’t see the National Theatre from the National Theatre. But me, I am warming to the Walkie Talkie, and I don’t just mean I’m standing under it and being fried. I especially like how it looks from a distance. The point being: it looks like the Walkie Talkie. Not just some anonymous rectangular London lump, no, that particular Big Thing. Yes it is not properly beautiful. But neither is London. Besides which, anything that just might compete down the price of going to the top of the Shard has my vote. I’ll definitely make my way up there, as soon as they’ll let me
Next up, isn’t fun when someone hitherto impeccably cool suddenly turns into Grumpy Old Man:
Speaking to Dezeen, the 85-year-old English designer said tech products like the iPhone and Apple Watch were turning people into zombies, adding: “I’ve got a certain cynicism of Apple and their motives. It’s a bit of a monster.”
“It’s a game they’re playing and it’s an absolutely straightforward, commercial, ruthless game, and it’s dressed up nicely because they’ve got some talented people in their employ,” he said.
Grange, who was knighted in 2013 for services to design, believes that the tech giant has successfully turned Modernism into “good commerce”, using aesthetics to dress up a self-perpetuating product cycle.
“There are probably few companies around now that absolutely answer the prospect that Modernism is good commerce,” he said. ...
Modernism is good commerce? Can’t have that.
… “They’ve been so bloody ruthless that you almost get no choice in the matter.”
“Almost” there means “not”. (See also: essentially, basically, fundamentally, etc. etc. etc.) Because actually, you get plenty of choice about whether to buy Apple stuff or not. Apart from one rather nice keyboard, I never have.
People always talk about the behemoths of capitalism like this, just as they are starting their long slide down into moderate size and moderate success, into business as usual. How do I know Apple is now at the top of that slide? Easy, they are building a custom-designed headquarters. It absolutely yells: from now on, all Apple-persons will talk to each other and keep everyone else out. And what they will be talking about, to an appalling degree, will be their own living arrangements inside this huge circular corporate burial chamber. They’re doomed, I tell you, doomed. Someone tell Sir Grumpy (above) that he can relax.
Next: what a driverless car might look like. Not. But, it looks very pretty. The basic point, that driverless cars will in the longer run utterly transform the look of the outdoors is, I think, a very good one. Maybe that is how some of them will look.
I really do not like the way this floating bikeway along the River Thames looks, in the pictures there. At the very least, I say, find a way to avoid having those obtrusive shapes above the level of the track, which makes it look like an infinitely extended item of tasteless garden furniture. I get it, that crap is there to enable it to float up and down on the tide. Well, find another way to do that.
Next, some excellent photos of the High Line, in New York. I especially like the distant aerial view of it curving its way over the Rail Yards, with the spontaneous architectural order of Manhattan’s towers in the background.
I do like this rectangular block of a house, but with one end lifted up. Usually the rectangular block houses featured at dezeen are impeccably, terminally tedious. But this one, I like. Apart from the fact that whenever the damn architect called round, you’d have to tidy up all your domestic crap all over everywhere, and turn the place back into the dreary corporate office it resembles in the photos. What is it with architects not wanting homes to look, inside, like homes, but instead like some kind of dystopian hell with nothing in it besides a wooden floor?
Here are some impeccably, terminally tedious rectangular type houses, in Japan. To me, by far, by several hundred miles, the most interesting thing about these photos of them is the amazing amount of electrical crap in the sky over the street outside. If I was photoing in Japan, I would be all over that. More Japanese sky clutter here, in photos of another impeccably, terminally tedious block house with an interior that also looked like a corporate office reception area when the photos were taken.
Google drones. Spooky.
Parisian blocks become wavey.
Finally what with this being Friday, some black cats with bronze bollocks. I kid you not.
Indeed. Photoed by me this afternoon:
I don’t know what went wrong with this one.
Googling reminds me that there were a lot of complaints, the summer before last, about Boris buses getting too hot. Has that been sorted?
In general, I am suspicious of these new buses, on two grounds. First, as its nickname makes clear, this is a very political sort of bus, being the Boris Johnson answer to Ken Livingstone’s Bendy Bus. When politicians push technology, expect trouble. I’m not saying they always get things wrong, because they don’t want to look like prunes, and when they push things that go wrong, they do. But, they are still tempted to push, because, in defiance of what you often hear, politicians are typically very short-termist, being unable to look beyond their next election. Businessmen, at any rate businessmen of the sort who preside over the design of buses, tend to look further ahead, and not unleash their buses until their are truly ready.
Second, it was designed by a “designer”. By Thomas Heatherwick, who designed that cute roly-poly bridge in Paddington and also the bridge Joanna Lumley wants to have built across the Thames. If you want a bus not to malfunction too much, the kind of designer you want designing it is a bus designer, who is thoroughly familiar with the particular problems that buses can get engulfed by and knows all the tried-and-tested recipes for avoiding such problems. This Heatherwick bus smells to me of change for the sake of it. This is okay if you are designing something small enough to fail without too much expense, like a chair or a spoon or an iPhone case, or a rather pointless roly-poly bridge. But buses are serious. When they go wrong it can cost millions.
And when a “designer” is involved, mistakes do tend to happen, because designers are brought in precisely to design everything. And when you try to do everything anew, you make mistakes.
And if that happens to a politicised design, such as this bus, other political things cut in. Politicians and their supporters don’t suffer financially when their pet projects go wrong. They can start fighting the wrongness by just chucking money at it, and just pass the bill on to the rest of us. If unlimited money doesn’t sort out the mess and instead becomes part of the mess, then their next impulse is to try to cover things up. If that fails, Plan C (we’ve reached about C, I’m guessing) is to find someone or something else to blame. Does that also fail? Plan D: just walk away from the mess, refuse to talk about it, and insist on talking about something else, anything else, everything else. Change the subject. In politics, in the end, all there is is “the subject”. If politicians keep winning, then they “succeed”, no matter how much havoc in the form of things like crappy buses they leave in their wake.
I’m not saying that these Boris Buses are guaranteed to fail. New designs, of the sort driven by politicians, can be a triumph. Sometimes, they even triumph economically. Look at the Volkswagen Beetle. And nor am I saying that one bus attached to a tow-truck is evidence of complete failure. I’m just saying that this particular bus has a lot of bear traps to get past.
LATER: By pure coincidence, favorite blogger of mine 6k right now also has things to say about Boris.
He’s a law unto himself, but if you believe that there’s nothing behind the apparent buffoonery of his outward image, I think you’re mistaken. You don’t get where Boris is by being a buffoon. Acting one, perhaps – being one, no.
Spot on. The British toff classes are full of people like this. I had an uncle who behaved exactly this way.
Flying cars will have to be flown by robots
Union Jack Minis
On the problems of half-parking with a half-car
Headlights with cleaning brush
A tumult of cranes (and the Spraycan)
My week in Brittany 2: A crane holding a bridge at Canning Town!
ASI Boat Trip 9: The man driving the boat
Oxo Tower with bus advertising The Expendables III
A Sunday ramble
Round headlights equals an old car
New London bridge competition
My favourite Tour de France in London photo
TfL electronic signs (etc.)
Why aren’t people happier about amazing new stuff?
Vespa GS in Lower Marsh
The Not-V2 at London Bridge Station
Quota photos of and from Tate & Lyle Park
Me and the first cranes at London Gateway last September
Old bus No 2
A old bus doing regular bus stuff
Jiaozhou Bay Bridge (aka Spaghetti Junction on Sea)
Photographing while on a skateboard
Vauxhall bus station now – and when it was being constructed
Other things last Wednesday
Reflections in some somewhat broken windows
Under Blackfriars Bridge
“In order to comply with Google’s regulations …”
Zooming in on that approaching bus
Seven London bridges from the ME Hotel Radio Bar
Photoing the A380 from above – from the ground
“O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!”
Westminster Tube photos
Could I please walk on Norman Foster’s proposed bike-ways above the trains (and take photos)?
Sculpture at St James’s Tube
More photos of things past
Father Christmas Aerodrome
The Kelpies of Falkirk
Happiness is Gold Blend at only £3 instead of £4.50
Gloomy Earl’s Court picture
Eurostar before St Pancras
A vanished building and a bendy bus
Smaller is more legible – big is more fun
The roof of Victoria Station
Owl at Canning Town railway station
Morgan – Abbey reflected in Morgan – Abbey reflected in other cars
Huge semi-submersible ships
Baltimore: cranes - a bridge - scaffolding
London Gateway from above
New apostrophe-shaped footbridge in Hull
An old Mini and a new Mini
A scaffolder likes Jeremy Clarkson
BMdotCOM insult of the day
Views from the Hackney Wick station footbridge
Reflections on a strange coincidence involving an Android app and a malfunctioning bus stop sign
Feynman Diagrams on the Feynman van
Wedding photography (3): Technology as sculpture
A Fleet Street lunch
Remembering a warmer day
Art without Artists
Giant cranes made in China for new London super-port in Thurrock
Alastair James on Blythe Hill Fields and smartphones
Waterloo Station’s new upper deck
At the bottom of the Shard
Reflections on and in Westminster Tube Station
Looking along Victoria Street to The Wheel (and on how to be liked (or disliked) by Google)
Big London Things with clutter in the foreground
A new crane has already arrived
Here are (a lot) more photos that I took on March 27th
BrianMicklethwaitDotCom internet headline of the day
Michael Jennings on how the taxis at Skopje airport are an evil racket and what he did about it
Does anyone know how I can straighten these gasometers?
It got my attention
Tower Bridge with railway clutter in the foreground
This is transport
Beware the Men In Orange!
Viaduct from above
Photographers at Eros and Art in the tube
The Shard looking like it’s in a 1950s postcard
Steve Baker MP
Space launch monster
Today I’m in a “How very odd!” mood
Ancient and modern (but mostly ancient) cars in Regent Street yesterday
London from the east
Summer blogging break
Quimper cat on Harley-Davidson
The Royal Victoria Dock is not (but looks like) a transporter bridge
Quota hedgehog sculpture
A favourite Sunday snap
BrianMicklethwaitDotCom narcissistic self-quote of the day
Even the Goodyear Blimp is now obsessed with safety
More signs of the times
Strata from a station
The Big Dig and some smaller digging
Signs - all in my bit of one railway carriage
That’s what I call a Health and Safety Notice
The bike behind the theatre
Self portrait plus meaning of life
A Spanish geography lesson
A Spanish high speed train bridge and a Spanish aqueduct
And here’s the proof!!! Sixteen little square pictures!!!
The Brusio spiral viaduct also looks like a toy train layout
Adverts on taxis and cars
Transport Blog restarts
Beyond the Dome with Goddaughter One
Google rolls out computer controlled cars
Another strangely punctuated headline and a depressing television play
More bridge magic
The Razor through a bus and without the bus
Real life toy trains
Mmmmm … bookshelves!
Farnborough (5): Supacat Bloodhound Falcon
Lynxes and an A380
A response to the cyclist menace
Pink railway clutter
I do love a steam train on a viaduct
Big box computers versus laptops
Soviet space leftovers
Light and shade
When the foreground tries to ruin the shot - but only makes it better!
Rubbish bridge in Shangai
Car in in front of sloping houses
Airplanes converted into architecture
How my camera and the internet explained an old bus
Quota vapour trail
Six lions on a white Mercedes bonnet
I never knew Marmite came in tanker lorries
Sushi and scaffolding at Victoria
Why do pregnant women now do quite a lot of driving of their husbands?
SAY NO TO GOVERNMENT MOTORS
Towers under the weather - and a steam engine steams to the rescue
Free Skullcandy on a bus in snowy Edinburgh
Three airplane photos
The Shard is definitely being built!
Strange purple cat with four eyes
Wuhan railway station under construction - with sunset behind
Of lists and distant totally photorealistic skyscrapers
More recorded cricket chat and some further Oval hindsights
Model T parts flatvert
Back lit by the sun
Stuff in the foreground I wasn’t expecting
Instapundit turns into Idiot Toys
Bike made entirely of wood
Toys and big toys
Unamazing photo of amazing road
Who is Arnold Leah?
The Long Walk is easier if you have a couple of horses pulling you
Parliament photoed by a bus!
Flat train picture and regular train picture
Thames river boats
It could be a rather small funeral
Roll out the Lino
I am not drunk - I just didn’t know what to put so I just started
Old postage stamps
Another fine day and more not Billion Monkey pictures
Palming them off with a sunset
A movie staircase and a window
That went okay
Nothing here again
If it’s not Art it can be rather fun
Number on a bus roof
Tama the feline stationmaster saves the Wakayama Electric Railway Co.
A thin bridge in Wales
Another great viaduct
Switching from dumb bombing to smart bombing
Billion Monkeys close up and London from far above!
To Greenwich by train and back by bus
Clarkson on Sarah Jessica Parker
Two adverts in the tube
The original Burtynsky Nanpu bridge picture
What I have seen so far while abroad
Here they stand
Ducks - frogs - turtles – beavers – Galaxy Quest
Those were the days and these are no longer the days
Giant table football table and hamster powered cars
Why it helps to be exposed to the lower classes and to dogs when you are young
Classic car thinness
Travis Perkins of Pimlico Road are not good at delivering timber
Airplane over Putney
Celebrating a victory
The Gatwick Beehive
Big, Bigger, Biggest - starring Heathrow Terminal 5
The Rite of Spring sounds to me like technology rather than nature
Meltdown in Russia … and New Zealand
The moving bridges of Chicago
Toshiba’s violin playing robot
I love the internet
At Bethnal Green railway station
Flat viaduct and spiral bridge
Michael Jennings on telecoms at Samizdata
It’s true what they say about how hard it is to pronounce Chinese – oh beansprouts!
More horizontal thinness
Blurry Billion Monkey on bus in front of even blurrier Wheel
Not obviously but maybe …
Guess the city (2)
Billion Monkey Maria Sharapova lookalikes!!!
Talking about St Pancras at St Pancras
Millau Viaduct with goats
More St Pancras snaps
Long train with mountains
Thin Canadian bridge
The space between the buildings
Hear ye hear ye
For Skimbleshanks read Tizer
Eurostar says goodbye Waterloo hello St Pancras
The A380 bulge
Fourteen British viaducts
A train called Professor George Gray
Photos - four transport - two artistic
Fly-pasts - air displays - crashes
Feral Real Photographers and naughty Billion Monkey!
Further pictorial shallowness
The cranes are migrating to China and Michael Jennings will be talking about China
Lots of links
Billion Monkeys photo spaceship launch!
Voluntary World 3: Transport Blog illustrates the Muggins principle
Bridge over bright water
City Cat runs on air
Sunset with bike
Free trade explains the success of the Swedish Model
Assorted London quota photos
Toy train to Darjeeling
It’s Friday again
Just making conversation
Halo over Oxford Circus
London tricyclists are getting strong
Amazing map of amazing new Moscow bridge
A spring in their step
New Moscow road bridge
Dirty vapour trail over London
Robot car park in New York
Very very low cost kitten in space
World War One talk at Christian Michel’s
I am about to become a published photographer
The Dyson DC14
Billion Monkeys and people waving blue things!
No more photos for a bit after these ones
Happy day after Christmas Day
By the rivers and canals of East London with Goddaughter One
Billion Monkeys photograph things!
Pictures of and from Albert Bridge
Geek girl I like your thinkings - are nice - I want have sex with it
Airship over the Wheel
Two sunset photos
Antoine Clarke and I don’t talk about elections
Grassy car with blog
A very small A380
Tourists on the move
Sssssssss!!!! White man! Take my photo!!
Cute Brazilian car
A little transport history
Car attack – the plot thickens
Patrick Crozier talks with me about Japan
Patrick and Brian mp3 about libertarianism and spreading libertarianism
Bartók outside South Kensington tube
I also miss Transport Blog
A car called Jesus
Presumably the noise is not a problem
Chrysler 300C with bling
Non-zero tolerance at Clapham Junction
The Hungerford footbridges
The Falkirk Wheel
Watching them watching me
Another Billion Monkey and some Celluloid Gorillas in Victoria Street
Capitalism sermons and Bentley wings
A kink in the Range Rover grill
Comedy tonight and another car headlight today
Looking at the cars
Inflight entertainment and information
Two Ambassadors and a blurry cyclist
Picture of a star riding in a stretch limo
So that’s this done
Some art to be linked to from elsewhere
Look what I saw from the airplane