Everyone has a right to my opinions
Impromptu photos I’ve taken, usually with my mobile phone
I’m enjoying this idea for saving the planet while still burning tons of coal:
By capturing the CO2 before it is released into the atmosphere and piping it through natural spring water from Kent’s Kingsnorth hills, we are able to create carbonated drinking water.
More of this sort of thing on the ev-eon website.
This is the photo of the back of the head of someone taking a photo of the back of the head of someone taking a photo of the back of the head of someone taking a photo of the back of the head of Shah Rukh Khan.
BNP supporters have taken to scrawling the party’s website onto toilet walls, presumably as part of some guerilla-marketing strategy. It has the odd effect of making me think of the BNP every time I take a dump.
Surely, the need to stoop to this rather pathetic level – graffitio on toilet walls next to cottagers’ phone numbers – would make such activists stop and think. Like the throatless smoker who still inhales via his tracheotomy, or the heroin addict who has to inject into his eyeball to get a decent hit, these campaigners seem to lack a certain self-awareness.
Several stations seem to be undergoing some kind of redecoration, which neccessitates the removal of all the adverts. The lack of colour gives the caverns an odd feel. I like to think it harks back to an earlier, more innocent and auster time.
I was in York last month, and when one of their new ftr buses arrived at the stop, I confess to a feeling of genuine, child-like excitement.
Satellite tracking, a space-ship like interior, room for three buggies or wheel-chairs, and (both the cherry and icing on the cake) a friendly conductress who gives you change when you buy your ticket. What’s not to love?