yen_powell

It's wicked isn't it. If I didn't look like a down and out I could rock up to the estate agent and demand a viewing. But if I did that they'd set the dogs on me.

Well the plans should have been looked at and approved by the Planning Dept and then by Building Control. And maybe they were and this was deemed to be okay. The investigation might throw some light on to this. This picture was sent to show me that some concrete was used when I asked about the surround, there are pipes emerging from the new building in quite a few places as you can see. I have no idea what they all are. I have no idea if what was put back to bring the levels back up to footway level have been layered and compacted properly either. Plus you can't dig up the Highway, even behind a hoarding, without all the necessary permits and permissions and I know for definite that hasn't happened. It's a clusterfuck as Mr Eastwood would say.

The lovely old abandoned house on the ford in Kersey (see top most post) was in the paper today. Lots of internal pictures of the dilapidation. Needs a lick of paint or what? https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10435435/Grade-II-listed-home-dating-1490-goes-market-1-4million.html

Yes, they carry on behind where I was standing AND away into the distance behind the part still hoarded section. There will be more lid than footway if it is allowed to remain. I have a picture of one being built and the ground worker's nose is level with the footway level so they are reasonably deep as well. I also only noticed the balconies over the footway when I looked at the picture. Something else you can't do without an oversailing licence. My mate was standing under one when the resident was washing its floor with a mop and bucket. He got a head covered in bleachy water as it ran out of the corner drain.

My old next door neighbour used to be his colonel when he was colour co-cordinated like a gay hussar.

Apparently eels have come back after a long absence which is supposed to be a sign of cleaner water and there is a regular seal appearance, although they are probably lost.

I go mostly for the Mini Fat Boy!

He has his bike on his whatsapp pic. You may know exactly what it is, they all look the same to me. He's not supposed to ride a bike after a very serious spinal operation about 10 years ago. He had old injuries from his horse rolling on him when he was in the Royal Horse Artillery, plus various bike crash injuries on top. He says this one bike gives him a riding position that doesn't aggravate his spine surgery.

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