I like St Pancras. Although the Baby Betjeman cafe was crap- no veggie breakfast and it took an age to get a tea and a coffee. Still, it wasn't like there wasn't an amazing example of restored Victorian architecture to gawp at while we waited. When life gives you lemons and all that...
Thursday, 15 November 2007
St Pancras.
St Pancras reopened yesterday, so I went along today for a wee look with Richie and Duncan. It's amazing! The roof looks fantastic and there is a very good meeting of old and new in it. I was so impressed I took a bunch of pictures, primarily of the roof. It has self-cleaning glass you know. Why can't our glasses be made of self-cleaning glass?






I like St Pancras. Although the Baby Betjeman cafe was crap- no veggie breakfast and it took an age to get a tea and a coffee. Still, it wasn't like there wasn't an amazing example of restored Victorian architecture to gawp at while we waited. When life gives you lemons and all that...
I like St Pancras. Although the Baby Betjeman cafe was crap- no veggie breakfast and it took an age to get a tea and a coffee. Still, it wasn't like there wasn't an amazing example of restored Victorian architecture to gawp at while we waited. When life gives you lemons and all that...
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Wednesday, 14 November 2007
Nintendo Wii.
My sister has been hunting for one of these consoles for Christmas, which of course means she has roped me into looking for one. To cut a long story short, I found her one on the German Amazon site for about 200 quid. Which is a fair bit cheaper than what the profiteering bastards at PC World are selling their stock for. Have a look here. Unbelievable. I know the laws of supply and demand, but that's still an outrageous price. I suppose any idiot that is prepared to pay that for it deserves to be ripped off.
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Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Some honeymoon snaps.
I realise it is the cliche that every newly married couple wants to show people their honeymoon snaps and how it is usually very boring for the viewer, but I don't care. It's my blog and if I want to post pictures of pretty things on it then I will! Don't worry, I don't feature in any of them. They are mostly of Loch Fyne and the surrounding area.
Par example:

The water was so still that it was almost impossible not to take a good picture.

Mitch was very keen to see what it was like.

So she went for a wee dip and got learned. I tried to tell her that Loch Fyne was a coastal loch and was freezing!

She looks much happier in this picture than she actually was. She was shivering so hard it looked like there were two of her.
Still, the sunset was so pretty that I took about a million photos, here are some:

The sun cast a pretty pall over the boats on the loch and their moorings.

And one more sunset for posterity:

Loch Fyne really is beautiful, about an hour and a bit from Glasgow and you could be in the middle of nowhere. Or 18 miles from Dunoon...

It has some lovely wildlife. You should be cautious though, there are red squirrels (?!).

Mitch was amused by the sign too:

The Loch also has a pretty castle at Inverary, of course. It's a funny green colour too:

Inverary also has the best looking car park I've seen in a long time, and possibly the oldest:

It dates to the 18th century. Who knew the Scots invented car parks before cars were even invented eh? Top bombing. That's another one added to the list.
After Inverary we went along the coast of the loch to the Loch Fyne Oyster Bar, a renowned shellfish and seafood purveyor. They had pretty shellfish:

That ended up on Mitch's plate!

Check the size of that crab.
Par example:

The water was so still that it was almost impossible not to take a good picture.

Mitch was very keen to see what it was like.

So she went for a wee dip and got learned. I tried to tell her that Loch Fyne was a coastal loch and was freezing!

She looks much happier in this picture than she actually was. She was shivering so hard it looked like there were two of her.
Still, the sunset was so pretty that I took about a million photos, here are some:

The sun cast a pretty pall over the boats on the loch and their moorings.

And one more sunset for posterity:

Loch Fyne really is beautiful, about an hour and a bit from Glasgow and you could be in the middle of nowhere. Or 18 miles from Dunoon...

It has some lovely wildlife. You should be cautious though, there are red squirrels (?!).

Mitch was amused by the sign too:

The Loch also has a pretty castle at Inverary, of course. It's a funny green colour too:

Inverary also has the best looking car park I've seen in a long time, and possibly the oldest:
It dates to the 18th century. Who knew the Scots invented car parks before cars were even invented eh? Top bombing. That's another one added to the list.
After Inverary we went along the coast of the loch to the Loch Fyne Oyster Bar, a renowned shellfish and seafood purveyor. They had pretty shellfish:

That ended up on Mitch's plate!

Check the size of that crab.
Sunday, 4 November 2007
I know I know!
I've already boasted about getting a good Scrabble score on Scrabulous on Facebook on here, but I managed another belter today that I feel obliged to share with you all. I managed to get all seven letters out on one move, as well as on TWO triple word score squares! I played unitages and garnered a total of 122 points for my troubles.
LOOK!:

I'm such a geek.
LOOK!:

I'm such a geek.
Friday, 2 November 2007
Guy Fawkes = Bam.
I don't think Guy Fawkes was a bam for any political reason, more that he inadvertently gave rise to the hideous concept of bonfire night and the ensuing cacophony of fireworks being set off for the weeks leading up to and after it. I loathe fireworks with every last ounce of my body. It is beyond me that for whatever reason people are given more or less free reign on gunpowder to do as they will. I was on the Tube today at North Wembley (that arch is massive by the way) when a group of schoolkids thought it would be entertaining to throw a firework into a crowded carriage. If it had caught fire on somebody's bag/jacket/whatever then you'd have been looking at a very dangerous and unpleasant situation. It didn't thankfullly, but it reinforced my abhorrence for the bloody things. They serve no discernible benefit to society, cause numerous injuries and deaths each year, are exceedingly dangerous and yet completely legal. Why? What good reason is there for it? They should be banned forthwith and the remaining jammed up the nearest fireworks advocate's backside to see how much they like them then. As I said, Guy Fawkes = Bam.
Well well well.
It turns out, according to a Herald report, that Scotland isn't the 'subsidy junky' filled nation Red Ken and that clown Kelvin MacKenzie (how it pains me to share a surname with this moron) have been claiming it is. More details here. Hmm, I guess that means that the SNP's claims may have been a little more accurate than the London-loving Scottish Labour Party gave them credit for. Now why does that not surprise me? Oh wait, is it because the Scottish Labour Party has consistently sold out to the South? Aye, in one. Quelle surprise!
Dear Ken and Kelvin,
Please read the above link with care and apologise for your inaccurate pronouncements and general ignorance of anything North of Watford. Oh and GIRUY you pair of muppets.
Best,
Niall
Dear Ken and Kelvin,
Please read the above link with care and apologise for your inaccurate pronouncements and general ignorance of anything North of Watford. Oh and GIRUY you pair of muppets.
Best,
Niall
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Scottish Labour,
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