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No idea, but it looks like it moves if you can start the engine, same with the cyclist on the chain and the flappy winged character. I have the email address of the man who runs the place, I'll try and find out when the stuff is next going to run.

The background to this was, the stag do organiser (future brother in law to the groom) was wandering around collecting money for the strippers to tie the groom to the chair for various reasons. It backfired on him and it was him instead who ended up tied to the chair minus his lower garments. I still see him, we used to trail ride together, went out for a road ride this recent summer, he was fully trousered though, riding on his KTM 'Bigthing' (not sure of the model).

Grim is the word here. The birthplace of West Ham United and they built some early iron and steel battleships here. I was just visiting a short length of footway outside. When the developer removed his hoarding around their new town houses for me to start building a new footway I discovered they had constructed their own private drainage system on the public highway and there were wooden lids scattered about for all the manholes. I told the contractor to put the new kerbs in, chuck down and compact some type 1 and to then put temporary black top over it to make it safe then to leave the site. I called the developer and told them I was stopping work pending an investigation into the potentially illegal works. Just wanted to see how far the contractor had got, seems the black top isn't done yet.

There are various art installations dotted about, plus a few bouys and anchory/sailory stuff.

The stairs go on for ever, despite it being a short lighthouse. There is a max number of people warning on them as they are not that strong.

In the car today. Tucked away in Blackwall is Trinity Bouy Wharf. Today it was cold and empty. After a Mini Fat Boy, (a breakfast consisting of pancakes, syrup, fried egg, sausage, bacon, hashbrown and a mug of tea) in the old American diner I saw that the lighthouse was open so popped up to take some pics. The dark blue grandad estate car is mine, known as Moby Dick due to its length and slow speed.

I had to cut a friend free, a stripper had tied him to a chair and no one could get the knots undone. I remembered someone had sold me a penknife earlier that day at work. I found it and freed him. The next thing I recall is the barmaid putting a blue catering plaster on my bleeding finger to stop me leaking over the buffet.

Looking left and right at the eastern side of the Isle of Dogs and the empty cable car in Newham.

Taken this morning through the window of London's only lighthouse. Not a brilliantly sharp picture, but those are tourists standing on top of the Greenwich dome.

I went to a stag do at Dirty Dicks. We had a room upstairs and a buffet next to the bar. The groom to be came up and asked me if I knew the man tucking in to the food. It's your stag do I said surely you know him? The stranger claimed to be the barmaid's boyfriend, a claim she denied. He got manhandled out of the door, dragged down the stairs and pushed out in to the street.

Dusting is for wimps! https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/01/22/at-dirty-dicks-x/

Love the guitar opening in this

But I'll bet your new mob made it worse before sending it on, vindictive bunch.

Revenge for Spanish Flu

That picture made me thing of the keyboard player in Sparks, your bike has glasses.

It's probably more than reported. I think some of the locals you mentioned only count as half each.

That's probably the bloke who knocked me off on one of the corners by riding straight into my back wheel a few laps later. Apart from eating a load of grit and mud from the speedway track as I slid along on my chest and face, the little finger on my left hand now has a bend in it, I think I broke it, it certainly hurt enough for a few weeks. A marshall had to get my seat back from the middle of the track.

The word sperm just leapt out of the page at me..........................which is a bit worrying! https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/01/17/the-metropolitan-machinists-company/