Friday, 20 August 2010

Platforms and Demons

Throughout June and August we had a photography competition at work, which meant that each person got to take the office digital SLR home for the night, hopefully to return afterwards with suitable submission of their choosing. When it came to my turn, although I'd had a few rather predicable ideas of what to photograph, I realised that it was the opportunity to capture what Claire and I had spectacularly failed to even notice at the end of October last year, when we walked the length of the former LNER and would-be Northern line trackbed between Finsbury Park and Alexandra Palace, now the Parkland Walk nature reserve. Once you actually know it's there, Marilyn Collins's Spriggan sculpture - in one of the arches of a retaining wall next to the former Crouch End station - is impressively obvious, but because we weren't aware of it at the time... er... we didn't!


Luckily my turn to use the camera came on a Friday, so I had the whole weekend to trek over to Crouch End, but unfortunately, when printed out and stuck on the office wall for the competition, it became clear that I'd perhaps been a bit too subtle, as most people thought I'd just taken a picture of a graffiti-covered wall. Maybe I should have used this one, then I might have made the short-list, let alone actually won!


More pictures of the former station site can be found on my Hidden City page here.

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Saturday, 26 September 2009

When ATMs get greedy!

My relationship with cash machines is fraught at the best of times, but I think this one last night in Balham was conspiring with my bank in a deliberate ploy to make me go overdrawn! Exactly what notes was it dispensing if it could only do so in multiples of £200?!

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Friday, 1 May 2009

Another war...

As British forces withdraw from Iraq, I was reminded of a newspaper cutting I dug up a few years ago whilst researching the history of the East Yorkshire seaside town of Bridlington during the Great War, which uncovered a forgotten piece of family history. Although my father knew that two of his older brothers had served in the army during the War, neither of them spoke about it. Other sources showed that one of them had remained in the UK, working on the east coast anti-aircraft defences, but his brother Herbert travelled further afield...

Bridlington Free Press, 6 Dec 1918

BAGDAD GATE LIKE
BAYLE GATE

Bridlington Man's Varied War
Experience

  H. Cooper, son of Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, Queen-street, who has been over two years in Mesopotamia, writes home an interesting letter concerning his experiences and the countries through which he has passed, including South Africa and India. In March, 1917, he describes the blowing up of a limber full of ammunition, by which 28 men and twnety mules were killed and wounded. He escaped practically unhurt, but comrades in front of him and at his side were killed. "We tried to get into the Mosque at Cpestiption [Ctesiphon], but were stopped, as they allow no one but a Mahommedan in. It was a lovely place. There are some ruins here thousands of years old." He was present at the British occupation of Bagdad, and writes: "We reached the city about 10.30 a.m., only a few hours after the Turks had flown, and found the streets filled with people, some serious, others cheering. These were dark-complexioned Jews and Arabs and fair Armenians, and the latter were the most pleased to see us." He likens the Bagdad Gate to the Bayle Gate. "I was talking to several of them and they were glad to see us." The writer gave interesting sketches of the fighting with the Turks, and of the air-fights, and states that he had an attack of fever. On one occasion

THE TURKS GOT THE RANGE

of the camp, one hundred miles north of Baghdad and five men were wounded and a number of mules killed: "I was one who helped to bury the mules. They take a big hole, as if put in a shallow one, the jackals used to scratch them up." Without the bathing in the rivers and pools life under the harsh conditions would appear to have been impossible. "Food also improved, and we got meat instead of bully, and three-quarter ration of bread issued. We improved our health over here, being able to buy eggs and fruit of all kinds off the Arabs, and we all got fatter again!" In July the heat was terrific, and there was much sickness. Soon afterwards the young soldier was taken seriously ill, and with a temperature at 105, he lost consciousness, and was unconscious for some days. He had to be sent down the river to Baghdad, where the old Turkish barracks were converted into an hospital, and ultimately to Bombay. Since then he had been in the van of the marching and fighting and had come through to victory fit and happy. At the end of his interesting diary in 1917 he said: "I have a lot to be thankful for, and I can look to the future with confidence. May the end of next year's diary be written somewhere nearer home!" Probably it has been.

Herbert's military records show that he joined up on 29 Nov 1915, at which time he was 27 years and 7 months old. Reflecting his peacetime trade, he joined the Army Service Corps at a saddler - number TS-10037 - and arrived at the Corps' base at Woolwich two days later. On 24 Oct 1916 he sailed for the Mesopotamian front, where he remain until 26 Aug 1917, when he was evacuated to India for medical reasons, as stated above. He eventually returned to the UK on 28 Dec 1918, seven weeks after the Armistice.

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Thursday, 12 March 2009

The numbers game

I guess for anyone running a website, there must always be the occasional nagging doubt as to whether anyone is actually reading it. Luckily, the hosting service I use (Globalgold) provides access statistics, the results of which never fail to amaze me...

www.625.org.uk

This is currently running at an average of 29,145 hits per month, which resolves to 4,721 individual visits a month - 155 per day. The last full month - February 2009 (see graph) - had 26,331 hits, resolving to 4,179 visits - 149.25 per day. The following were the most popular hits in terms of entry pages, i.e. first page which visitors accessed:
463 - Top-level
327 - John Mortimer biography
243 - Nineteen Eighty-Four review, part 1
243 - Things to Come
198 - Out of the Unknown
196 - Out of the Unknown archive guide
155 - Nineteen Eighty-Four review, part 2
151 - Story Parade: The Caves of Steel review
150 - BBC Enterprises sales documentation for Out of the Unknown: Tunnel Under the World
140 - The Listener - The BBC Archives
In terms of actual pages accessed, the top 30 were:
463 - Top-level
327 - John Mortimer biography
243 - Nineteen Eighty-Four review, part 1
243 - Things to Come
198 - Out of the Unknown
196 - Out of the Unknown archive guide
187 - 625 mainpage
155 - Nineteen Eighty-Four review, part 2
151 - Story Parade: The Caves of Steel review
151 - Things to Come - Photo Gallery
150 - BBC Enterprises sales documentation for Out of the Unknown: Tunnel Under the World
140 - The Listener - The BBC Archives
114 - Things to Come - Publicity Gallery
114 - Things to Come - The Gutlohn Print
103 - Top-level (frames)
99 - Rudolph Cartier biography
97 - "British Telefantasy Began in 1963...." Part 1
95 - Kate Hardie screenography
86 - Ian Curteis biography
86 - Biographies index
86 - Things to Come - Film Story
85 - Out of the Unknown, part 2
83 - Stephen Poliakoff biography
82 - Left frameset
82 - Things to Come - Merchandise Gallery
76 - Giles Cooper biography
72 - Staraker Publishing issues
71 - Doctor Who: The Aztecs review
69 - G.F. Newman biography
68 - "British Telefantasy Began in 1963...." Part 2
The continued popularity of the biographies - particularly that of John Mortimer (which I really must update!) - are explained by the fact that someone along the line people added links to the relevant Wikipedia pages. Nineteen Eight-Four remains of interest, although it's a little sad that 36% of those who at least get look at the first part of the review don't progress to the second, while 30% don't progress to the second part of the Pre-1963 British Telefantasy article.

www.cwgcuser.org.uk:

It rather startling to realise that this site now averages 105,941 hits per month, although this resolves to a 6,259 individual visits a month - 206 per day. February 2009 (see graph) had 103,572 hits, resolving to 5,723 visits - 204.39 per day. The following were the most popular hits in terms of entry pages:
796 - The Underground at War
631 - The London Underground in Films & TV
485 - Lost in France, Day 2
352 - Lost in France, Day 6
332 - Simon of the Amethyst
295 - The Underground at War - Casualty & Fatality Analysis
328 - Lost in France, Day 5
287 - Top-level
253 - Lost in France, Day 1
447 - Personal
In terms of actual pages accessed, the top 30 were:
796 - The Underground at War
631 - The London Underground in Films & TV
485 - Lost in France, Day 2
447 - Personal
352 - Lost in France, Day 6
332 - Simon of the Amethyst
328 - Lost in France, Day 5
295 - The Underground at War - Casualty & Fatality Analysis
287 - Top-level
253 - Lost in France, Day 1
151 - Lost in France, Day 7
141 - The London Underground in Films & TV: An American Werewolf in London
133 - Lost in France, index
114 - Hidden City photo gallery
112 - Lost in France, Day 8
110 - Lost in France, Day 4
106 - Terrorist Attacks on the London Underground
104 - The Loss of H.M. Minesweeper No. 847, The Lord Airdale - 18th/19th March 1915
101 - Hidden City: South Kentish Town Tube Station
94 - The London Underground in Films & TV: Sliding Doors
82 - The London Underground in Films & TV: Adverts
81 - Hidden City: 23/24 leinster Gardens
79 - Lost in France, Day 3
78 - Shields-Con I
76 - The London Underground in Films & TV: Doctor Who: The Web of Fear
73 - The Cat-alogue
71 - The London Underground in Films & TV: Quatermass and the Pit
67 - Hidden City: Aldwych Tube Station
67 - The London Underground in Films & TV: EastEnders
67 - The London Underground in Films & TV: Lost
It's interesting that while the Hidden City index gets 114 hits, the three sub-pages collectively get 249, so clearly there are a lot of people going straight to specific sub-pages, presumably as a result of relevant web searches.

Although the London Underground at War has long been established as the most popular page on this site, there was a time when hits to it went through the roof, as the graph here shows, with the immediate and massive spike on 7 July 2005 being all to painfully apparent. Rather than the usual ~750 visits a month, it shot up to 1,700 before I hastily installed a intermediate page, and shifted the page proper and its images temporarily over to the 625.org.uk domain. This was necessary because the, due to the large number of images on the page, there was a danger of exceding my bandwidth limits for the month.

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Friday, 19 December 2008

What goes around comes around....

In this day and age, it seems very easy to let cynicism rule our lives, but occasionally we get a reminder that human nature can be so much better. BBC News has reported the case of 72 year-old Jim Webb from Sheffield, who in 1969 had a chance encounter with Australian tourist Gary Fenton in Ostend, Belgium. Fenton couldn't afford the ferry fare to return to England, so Webb lent him £5. Although he promised to repay the money, Webb never heard from him again until last Sunday when, while he was out, Fenton hand-delivered a card and £200 to his home. The card said he was repaying the £5, plus the same again for every year of the debt. Another way of looking at it was that he repaid the original loan with 9.92% annual compound interest. Webb has said he will be donating the full £200 to charity.

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Sunday, 14 December 2008

Together in Electric Dreams

On Tuesday, with Claire to the Hammersmith Apollo for the "Steel City Tour" by the trio of Sheffield bands from my own youth comprising Heaven 17, ABC and - of course - the Human League.

Inevitably, H17 opened, and although they proved my long-standing suspicion that I only knew a few of their tracks, there was a pleasingly nostalgic generic familiarity to the rest of their 40 minute set. Although they lacked Carol Kenyon's vocals on Temptation, Billie Godfrey was a more than adequate stand-in, ably assisted by Me'sha Bryan.

ABC, on the other hand, had more familiar tracks, but they were never a group that registered much on my radar during the 1980s. There's nothing technically wrong with likes of Poison Arrow and The Look of Love, and Martyn Fry remains an accomplished performer, but our patience was stretched a bit by his 50 minutes on stage, which wasn't helped by the 40 minutes beforehand that it took to set-up after H17 had finished.

Although quite a few people left after ABC's set, the auditorium seemed to refill during the next 30 minute stage-change, and there was a palpable air of restless expectation before the Human League's performance began with a gloriously sustained lead-in to Seconds, as the curtains that had been the rather plain backdrop to the previous two bands dropped to show the impressive set.

Even though the League were on stage for over an hour - including encores - the sad aspect of having to share such a tour with other bands is that their set couldn't be as extensive as their solo tour in 2004. We got the old favourites like Love Action, Don't You Want Me? and Mirror Man, as well as the early more experimental Being Boiled and Empire State Human, but their later work was represented only by Tell Me When. This was a big disappointment, given that Susan Anne Sulley had a bad throat during the London leg of the 2004 tour, and so we didn't get One Man in My Heart. It would also have been great to hear live my all time favourite League track, Stay With Me Tonight, the stop-gap single between the Octopus and Secrets albums.

As is often said about the League, every new single they have can hardly be described as a "come-back," since they've never really been again, but they have also kept pace with the time. The Secrets album in 2001 included All I Ever Wanted, which could certainly hold its own amongst contemporary dance music, but wasn't given the chance due to poor marketing and the (unconnected) collapse of the group's record company.

Even with these caveats, though, an unmissable event, the tickets for which were a very welcome birthday present from Claire and her mother.

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Friday, 17 October 2008

Insecurity devices

Of course, we all deplore shoplifters, but a couple of times lately I've fallen foul of some of the measures intended to confound them, rather than legitimate consumers.

A couple of months back, I found that an unwatched DVD I'd bought a few weeks beforehand still had the security device in place. This is the thing that slots into the side of a standard Amaray case, locking it closed, usually with a security tag inside. Feeling I couldn't be arsed hunting out the receipt and taking it back, I thought to see if I could get the thing out, first with a pair of long-nosed pliers, in the unsuccessful course of which I inflicted a huge blood-blister on my right forefinger.

By then more than a little annoyed, and because I had a supply of spare Amaray cases "in stock," I destroyed the offending case in order to extract the disc. It was only then (D'oh!) – upon finally extracting the device – that I worked out how it worked, and in retrospect determined how it could be taken out with a couple of strong magnets, no pliers, and definitely no blood-blisters. The latter actually got so bad that I had to lance it before we went out clubbing the following evening; after dancing all night in a hot and sweaty club, it's a wonder I didn't get blood poisoning....

Fast forward to last week, when a late birthday present from a friend was the Blu-Ray disc of Aliens Versus Predator, which I was dismayed to see also had what seemed to be the same sort of security device still in place. This one, however, proved imperious to the magnets that had worked on the first one, and Claire was adamant about not letting me injure myself again. When she took the disc back to the shop, however, the staff - even up to the level of the duty manager - refused to remove the device because, it being a present, she didn't have the receipt! When she got home, I had another crack at it with even stronger magnets than I'd used before, and luckily this time it worked. Obviously the manufacturers had beefed up the mechanism, no doubt because it probably didn't take the real shoplifters long to work out how to get round them.

Of course, all this is really a bit academic as regards the Blu-Ray disc, since at the moment we don't actually have anything to play it on. Our half-joke of putting a Sony PS3 on our wedding list did actually pay off (thanks Dad, Louise, Sara, Barny & Hannah!), but it and all the rest of the gifts were only delivered last week, and then only to Claire's parents' place in Tunbridge Wells, as most of it is going into storage, pending up moving somewhere bigger. We're going over there the day before we depart for our belated honeymoon in Malta, and will be retrieving the PS3 then, but I doubt we'll get much use out of it before we leave the country. Bah!

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Wednesday, 24 September 2008

That Wedding Speech in Full -
Rusthall, Tunbridge Wells, Kent,
13 September 2008

"Firstly, my wife and I would like to thank you all - family and friends - for being with us on this very special day.

I think people often forget that it is the whole of our lives that bring us together on a day like this. Everything that we are now is a product of not just everything we have ever done, but also - more importantly - everyone we have ever known.

People will often say things like, "If I could have my life over again, I'd do things differently." But the truth is that if we could change our past, it would mean that many of the people we know, many of our friends, we would never have even met, and nothing is worth exchanging that for.

Events and decisions, large and small, affect our lives more than we often acknowledge. Great events, even before many of us were born, still shape the world we live in. We are here in Kent on Battle of Britain weekend, and but for the terrible sacrifices made partly in the skies above us - as part of that wider conflict almost 70 years ago - this world, for all its faults, would be a very different and certainly a very much worse one. We should never forget that.

Of course for us small decisions - made not just by ourselves, but also by others - can often take us along paths we could never have imagined. And this is no more true than as regards why we are here today.

In the middle of 2001, I was still working for Leeds Health Authority, but facing what I thought was one reorganisation too many, so I decided I needed a change of scene. I actually considered moving to Bridlington, but realised that I wasn't ready for a quiet life just yet, and set my sights on London.

It wasn't a complete leap into the unknown, because I already had friends there - some of whom are here today - but also my sister, Sue, and her husband and my Best Man, Stanley, had lived there for many years. More importantly, a flat they rented out was just about to become available, so I floated the idea of me taking it. They agreed, but I would need to find a flatmate for the second bedroom.

While the flat was being refurbished, I stayed with Sue and Stanley for a few weeks. The first night I was there, Stanley took me out for a curry, which is exactly what we did last night, so he's been there for me at two of the most pivotal moments of my life. I never had any doubts that Stanley should be my Best Man, not least because I knew that no-one else would be better at playing his part in making the day go as smoothly as it has. I am proud to have Stanley as my Best Man, my brother, and my friend.

So I moved into the flat in early 2002, and then began what turned out to be a rather depressing process of advertising the spare room, and then having to deal with a succession of - quite frankly - deadbeats who thought this "rent" thing was just a vague suggestion, or else would argue about why they should have to pay half the bills, even before I'd offered them the room. That's if they turned up at all.

Of course, if someone suitable had turned up, we wouldn't be here today. But luckily for me nobody did before the most important person in my life decided that she was going to move to London herself.

In late June I got a 'phone call from this very special lady sitting by my side, saying that she'd seen the advert, and would like to view the flat. She rang again on the day we'd arranged, to check that it was still available, and I told her which buses to catch, and how to find the flat.

But the time we'd agreed came and went, with no sign of her. Eventually she rang to say she thought she'd gone the wrong way, and was lost. We worked out where she was, and I began to guide her in the right direction.

"Back past the Tube station.
Second left.
Third right.
Cross the bridge over the railway station."

I said, "OK, turn left at the nursery that obviously used to be a pub. You're not quite there yet, but on the wall of the first house on the left, you might see a long-haired black-and-white cat."

"Oh yes!" she said, "How did you know it would be there?!"

I said it usually was, working the crowd from the railway station. Of course, Claire being Claire, she stopped for a few moments to talk to the cat. So that was the moment I knew, even before I'd actually met her, that she was alright. Because, as far as I'm concerned, anyone who talks to strange cats in the street is definitely OK!

Eventually she got to the flat, and ended up staying for more than two hours. I don't actually remember what we talked about, although she does complain now that in all the time she was there, I didn't offer her a cup of tea.

She left just after ten, I walked her to the bus stop - the right one - and she promised to ring when she'd decided about the room. But as the week went on, I heard nothing, and then had to go to Leeds to help my mother move house. On the way, I got a call from someone else who'd been to see the flat, so say he'd decided to take somewhere else, so by the time I got home on the Sunday night, I wasn't in the best of moods. But then I found this note on the doormat...

Claire moved in a few weeks later, and that was when I first met her sister, Kate, who came with her to help with her stuff. In fact, by the time they arrived it was so late that Kate was half asleep, and before long she was fast asleep on the couch. As introductions to Kate go, though, that was probably relatively painless.

Of course, Chris must have been a bit concerned that Claire was sharing with a complete stranger, because she came to visit soon after. Naturally I was under orders to be on my best behaviour, and I think Chris must have been reassured that I was safe enough, even if I did spend most of the time she was there playing 'Medal of Honor' on the PS2.

Because it was just the two of us, we had to adjust to a way of living that worked for both of us. After all, the secret of a harmonious flatshare is establishing mutually acceptable behaviour. A good illustration of this sort of negotiation is this particular note, which I found attached to the kitchen door late one night when I got home at the end of a week when Claire had been working late...

Well, at least you know where you are with clearly-defined terms like that! Of course, outside of our domestic situation, not everything turned out as well as either of us hoped. It would be over-dramatic to say we went though tough times, but while there were times that could have been easier, we got through them, and eventually we did so as friends. We both had separate lives, but we shared more than enough to make the flat a home, rather than just being the same place we both happened to live in.

There were limits, though. She always disliked us going to the supermarket together.

"We can't do that" she'd say, "People will think we're a couple!"

Of course, all that time we were both single. In a way, we were like two people on a desert island, both too preoccupied in looking out to sea to realise how they really felt about who was already there beside them.

As the end of Claire's studies approached, we discussed what she'd do afterwards. She said she planned to get a place of her own, and I came to the realisation that I should do the same, rather than try to find someone else to take her room. Quite simply, I knew that I could never find anyone half as good as Claire. I suppose if anything was a catalyst for use getting together, it was that, because sometimes you don't truly know how you feel about someone until you have to think about how things will be if they're not around anymore.

Obviously there are some things we disagree on, some interests I have that she isn't into, and vice versa, but we share far more than we don't. We have many of the same standards and values, but one thing I most admire in Claire is her determination. She has, for example, persevered in her ambition to become a teacher, whatever set-backs or obstacles fate threw in her way. Where other people would have despaired and given up long before, she just kept going. Any help I could give her was gladly given, but in the end the achievement was all hers. I would never have thought that I could feel as proud of another person as much as I did of her on her graduation day.

And that determination is infectious, as without Claire's support there are some things I would never have been able to do without here. With Claire by my side, I know that I can achieve anything I need to.

I would like to thank Mike for his kind words, but also express my appreciation to both him and Chris for so warmly welcoming me into the Bassett family. I don't believe that anyone could wish for a better mother and father-in-law than Chris and Mike, nor indeed a better sister-in-law than Kate, and I count myself very lucky to be a son and brother-on-law to them."

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Thursday, 17 July 2008

Because....

This was something I always vowed I would never do, but lately it has occurred to me that it's a fairly painless way of flagging up prospective "updates" to my various websites, even if I can't immediately get round to doing them. So whether you've come here from Things to Come, The Underground at War, The London Underground in Films & TV, or wherever, the links there (or at least the ones that will be there!) should be selecting the relevant posts here. If you're really curious, though, you can always click on the appropriate link and be subjected to the full blog! Of course, given my usual tardiness, I can't guarantee that this won't also fall by the wayside as well, but it's worth a try....

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