Slowpoking

Reading through Dracula I came across a familiar phrase:

I got him on the subject of the legends, and he went off at once into a sort of sermon. I must try to remember it and put it down.

"It be all fool-talk, lock, stock, and barrel, that's what it be and nowt else. These bans an' wafts an' boh-ghosts an' bar-guests an' bogles an' all anent them is only fit to set bairns an' dizzy women a'belderin'. They be nowt but air-blebs. [...]"

My shame, I wasn't awared of that famous film title being a persistent sentence.

"Nothing to write home about"

I have nothing to say to you again. Waiting for the next week news to come, and they are expected to be either great or gloomy.

Meanwhile, let me show a birdie. Tweet-tweet.

Left is obsolete, new zig-zag platform introduced

Daniel Hannan was right this spring - it seems that Labours are brokenly trying to catch their supporters leaving for radical candidates.

Saturday walk

The Vigilante

Street crime piece again, this time ended happily: Johnson saves woman from 'oiks'.

Boris is awesome!

How the heck does he manage to secure a flasher and a siren on his bicycle, Mr. Johnson's Russian collegues must be wondering.

London street crime

Kicked to death over girlfriend's Halloween hat

Paired with that recent Trafalgar square murder, this makes a good picture of local bullies and thugs if you were unlucky to face one among decent people. Sometimes things are somewhat far from stereotypical green liberal tofu-eating European idyl.

Get lost, web 2.0

Finally, statue is back on The Fourth Plinth as The One & Other perfomance has ended:





Greetings, Sir Keith Park!