It seems I’m OK to stay here. I’d hate to have to leave the country because I couldn’t pass the test they set for people who want to become British citizens.
I passed the practice test. How about you?
Life in the United Kingdom – The Official Practice Citizenship Test
 Furriners don’t need to try, unless you’ve been studying
With it now made official that Doctor Who will be back on BBC One and BBC One HD on Saturday 27 August, the publicity machine is beginning to do its thing.
Steven Moffat drops a few hints about what’s coming (though without any real spoilers, of course)
The rules have changed, and the game is deadlier than ever. Out in the universe, where the earthly rules of time and space do not apply, Amy and Rory know only too well that their baby daughter needs them. For Melody Pond is destined to become River Song, mysterious archaeologist and convicted murderer – the woman who killed the best man she ever knew…
Read the whole thing:
BBC – Press Office – Doctor Who: Introduction by Steven Moffat.
For more years than just about anyone can remember, the east side of Pilgrim Street has been in a near derelict condition. Businesses were ejected from their premises in the expectation of an imminent redevelopment. If memory serves, it’s been imminent for a couple of decades now. There was some excitement when it was announced that as a first stage of getting things moving, the old Bank of England block and the singularly undistinguished Bank House behind it would be demolished. That was until somebody looked into the old bank premises and found to their astonishment that it contained some serious vaults – lots of reinforced concrete, steel and who knows what, apparently. Getting rid of that lot would make the demolition a much more expensive proposition, so it has apparently been put on hold.
But it seems some work is going on. Yet more scaffolding is being put up on Pilgrim Street:
And if you take a look around the back, you’ll see that some actual demolition has begun:
More on this as it happens, and as I remember to look.
These pictures may look a bit grainy. There’s a very good reason for that – it’s been so long since I’ve used the Olympus E-P1 that I’d sort of forgotten how to drive it, and I somehow managed to leave it on ISO 6400. Lightroom got rid of a lot of the noise, but the pictures could definitely be better…
 It does go to work with me most days, but rarely comes out of the bag. I think it’s just lazy, or something.
Well, that’s me nicely surprised. I thought yesterday’s low weight would be one of those temporary fluctuation thingies, but as you can see, I was wrong. Down another pound today, which reminds me of what I forgot to mention yesterday – I am currently below the dreaded 16 stone mark, and indeed a whole stone lighter than I was at my worst weight of the year at the start of July. This is good steady progress, and I’m quite happy with it. So long as I can keep it up…
When I got up this morning, it was, would you believe it, raining again. I muttered a bit about this, as I’m not quite masochistic enough to walk to work in the rain, and I really wasn’t looking forward to getting the bus instead. But when I opened my door, the rain had stopped, which was all I needed to persuade me to walk to work. I didn’t have the heart rate thingy on, as I hadn’t been expecting to walk, but Runkeeper recorded the evidence.
It rained on me at lunchtime, but by home time it was much brighter and clearer, so I decided another walk was in order – I actually turned down the offer of a lift home, so I must be getting keen on this exercise business. Once again, Runkeeper will tell you all about it, and this time I remembered what I should have in the morning – I started the watch thingy, so it could record my time and speed. And that’s been automagically uploaded to the Garmin Connect site.
Tigger is reminding me that I need to get out with the camera more:
Safari so good
 Note to furriners who only use pounds, and more up to date people who use kilogrammes: a “stone” is fourteen pounds, and is one of those odd British units that people of my age and younger grew up with.