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Domed, we’re all domed …

13 Aug

One of the first buildings I posted about was the Maritime Museum and over the years it has cropped up regularly (like a recurring toothache some may say). I admit it’s one of my turn to subjects when the well of inspiration has run dry  and as it’s been over six months since I last mentioned it here it is again… Here’s the same dome from two sides (do domes have sides? … ) in glorious monochrome and in colour, no expense spared. I’m spoiling you.

The weekend in black and white is here.


The Neverendum

25 Jun

Well now two days after the end of the world as we knew it and everything still seems to be going along just dandy. The markets fell then rose to level higher than before the referendum (hardly the financial Armageddon predicted by the remainers). We’re still in the EU in case anybody thinks otherwise (despite being told by Mr Juncker to pack our bags  and leave, now, instantly, go on get lost!). We’ve still got a Tory Government although it is now completely dead in the water with no mandate for Brexit, no Prime Minister and no real majority in Parliament and no respect in the country. The opposition is threatening to rip itself apart again in yet another meaningless leadership challenge (but no-one is listening to them so this doesn’t really matter). The Brexiters have admitted (to no intelligent person’s great surprise) that their ridiculous claims on immigration and spending on the NHS (£350million a day or was it a week? I wasn’t paying them so much attention) were a complete pack of lies. Despite, or perhaps because of, all this the debate-cum-slanging match continues. The losing side now want a re-run referendum ( “We lost, it wasn’t fair that we lost”. You know the sort of thing that losers say. Perhaps a best of three option will keep them quiet, who knows?). Scotland is making those old fashioned independence noises again (or could that just be bagpipes), the Irish problem is threatening to become a real problem again. The young are thinking themselves betrayed by the old (t’was ever thus). London wants to remain in the EU by a massive margin and what London wants it by and large gets.
Oh and these damn silly flags are still flying. 
Like I say, dandy.

For sale: One vote; never been used.

21 Feb
EU flags on Castle Street, Hull

To assuage the snarling, swivel-eyed, hoopleheaded little englanders otherwise known as the Conservative Party the utterly pointless prime minister has called a completely unnecessary referendum, in June, on whether the UK stays in the EU. I, like I suspect vast swathes of the country, couldn’t give a monkey’s arse one way or the other. I don’t think it’ll make a great deal of difference either in or out. So, on the principle (if you can call it that) of doing the opposite of what the Government wants me to do I’m going to vote for out … but let me be clear I am not unreasonable and I am open to persuasion for a reasonable fee (cash only). Good grief there’s going to be months and months of this boring euro-twaddle … if I hear the word ‘Brexit’ again I don’t think I can answer for the consequences!

Flares and flags

13 Feb

This brought to mind memories of the physics lessons of my distant youth; the angle of incidence equals the angle of reflection or so they say. The thing in the middle is one of a pair rags on this pier; possible entrants in the most tattered flags in the world competition, and a truly heart-warming symbol of the state of this United Kingdom. Rule, Britannia!
Weekend Reflections are here.

Got a ticket to my destination

9 Nov

At stations there are signs that politely inform the intending passenger that it is illegal to board a train without a ticket if you get on at a station with a ticket office that is manned, or words to that effect. Which seems fair enough to me. So form an orderly queue at this rather splendid Victorian booking office which was clearly designed to cope with far more passengers than ever use this line. You might have to wait as the ticket seller is probably having a coffee in the buffet across the way …

I’ve waited in far worse places than Bridlington station for my train to arrive though, as I’ve mentioned before, the hanging bikes are a bit of an oddity.

Being by the seaside brings with it a yearly influx of young gulls learning the delicate art of walking on a sloping glass roof.

A few flags and stuff

6 Sep

A low pressure system over the North Sea was bringing down cloudy Polar Bear breath from Svarlbard or so it seemed on Saturday as I took in a few of the Freedom Festival’s goings-on in and around Queen’s Gardens. It seemed to involve lots of flags, tying up children in rubber bands (an excellent idea), strange signs, yet more flags and eating cooked pig. The BBC had a big display here as well but you don’t want to see that….This is but a mere fraction of the ‘attractions’ that last for three days (and nights) and take in the old town as well. Just think, in 2017 every day will be a festival day ….. how frabjous!

A bit frayed at the edges

19 Sep

… this most cultural-inimical sickness and unreasonableness that there is, nationalism, this névrose nationale with which Europe is sick, this perpetuation of European petty-statesmanship, of petty politics: they have robbed Europe itself of its meaning, of its reason — they have led it into a blind alley….” F W Nietzsche Ecce Homo

Well it was billed as the most important vote ever, something to decide the future of the UK, a once in a life time opportunity. Strange then that most of us didn’t have a vote but we’ll let that pass. It was deemed to be such a close run thing, the opinion polls had it too close to call, but the polls are designed that way else why have polls at all?  After what seems like an eternity of gassing on Scotland’s nay sayers have emphatically said nae and that hopefully will be the end of that. Watch as the promises for extra devolution cynically made a few days before the vote are quietly sunk in the mire of Westminster as English MPs block any home rule measures (so-called Devo-Max). Interesting times … oh and smile as the PM tries not to gloat too much at the Nationalists’ failure.