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I’m at the Liberal Democrat Party conference with the SMF (Labour next week). I wandered over to the Eye Health Alliance stand, where they took a picture of the inside of my eye.
Robert’s Left Eye, showing the cornea, foeva, capillaries and nerves
ATLAS Hadronic endcap Liquid Argon Calorimeter
British sports commentators are known for their idiosyncratic turn of phrase. Both radio and TV pundits have become celebrated for their ability to paste the metaphor on thickly.
Interestingly, this tradition looks like it is even being continued in the field of flash mobile text commentary. As I’ve said previously, Orange’s service seems to me to be a very good example of a new form of chatty micro-journalism, perfect for sporting occasions. This gem, seems to be very British in style. The analogies could be made nowhere else:
Murray is trudging along the baseline like Kevin the Teenager. And in the 60 seconds it’s taken me to write that, it’s 0-5.0-3: Man v Boy, Tiger v Gerbil, Man Utd v Torquay. All these match-ups are now comparable to what we’re seeing on Arthur Ashe court as Federer consolidates his break.
He also continues that very British tradition of wallowing in British sporting defeat. The old customs don’t die with the new technology.
More oldy-worldy design relics. This one reminds me both of the Boston Globe Graphics, and the bomb shelter stencil.
Its a sign for weight limits over the bridge at Blackheath Station. It is not surprising that such a relic has been preserved. Blackheath seems rather gentrified, a little oasis of posh between Lewisham and Greenwhich. The DVD rental shop looks like an antique store.
Here we have the typical, pretty much index-case example of a Web 2.0 internet startup: Wigadoo. (One of the directors is a friend of mine).
Basically, it acts as a sort of escrow service, to allow groups of people to avoid awkward financial shenannigans when booking holidays. I hear they already have some kind of deal with LastMinute.com.
If they found a way to make it work for resident’s committees and communal stairwells, then I reckon it would take them only a matter of weeks before they pretty much take over Scotland, which is full of tenement blocks with leaky roofs. At present, most residents wait for the council to place a Statutory Notice on their building, and pay the council individually for communal work (the council takes a heafty administration fee, obviously).
It would also be handy for All Tomorrow’s Parties, which only sells group tickets.
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