Daily Archives: Tuesday, 9th January 2007
Westgate House: From the inside
Now this is cool. My previous Westgate House pictures came to the notice of one of the guys actually working on the demolition job, and he’s very kindly sent me some pictures taken from the inside.
Quite apart from seeing the inside of the remains of the building, you can see some unusual views of the surrounding buildings, and one of the nifty “little” machines that have been chomping away at the structure. That beastie is tethered to an electrical cable, and manages a pressure of 50 tonnes at the tip of its teeth. 
Thanks for the pics, Ken! 
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I did it again…
It got a wee bit[1] wet and windy last night, and it was still pretty wild when I got up this morning. It sounded like someone was throwing buckets of water against the windows 
. At that point, I was thinking I’d have to get the bus to work.
But by the time I was ready to go to work, the rain had stopped and the sky was clearing, so I got my walk after all. It stayed dry all day, and I had no trouble walking home.
And this evening, I did the current usual exercise routine – 10km on the exercise bike, a Bullworker set and 120 crunches. Peak heart rate was 149.
[1] That’s one of those understatement thingies
EuroMoz
BBC NEWS | Entertainment | Morrissey in talks for Eurovision
Eeeep. Now this is really quite bizarre. The Eurovision Song Contest has always struck me as being the naffest thing in the history of naffness, generally involving music of such general awfulness that it really shouldn’t be allowed.
Of course, that may be all quite baseless prejudice, as I haven’t actually watched the thing in, err, umm, well, twenty-something years. But the odd bits I have heard by accident didn’t really impress me that much.
But now, for what seems like the first time in several million years, there’s a possibility that there might be a British entry written and maybe even performed by somebody decent. I’ve mentioned Morrissey before, when I muttered about the twentieth anniversary of The Queen is Dead, and when he’s in the mood, the man can still write a Seriously Good Song.
So he obviously won’t stand a chance with Eurovision. 
