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You’ll be amazed at a Mazda

8 Jun

“The fact is that if you want a sports car, the MX-5 is perfect. Nothing on the road will give you better value. Nothing will give you so much fun. The only reason I’m giving it five stars is because I can’t give it fourteen.”  -Jeremy Clarkson
While the demos are off merrily democking I thought I’d just post a picture of a natty sports car in red and cream. Kind folks on social media and a spot of googlifying tell me it’s a Mazda MX5. Now I consider the private motor car to be the most pernicious invention known to mankind but if we have to have them (and it seems they’ll be around for a while yet) they should all look as smart as this.

Some rusting steps

30 May

At the back of the Uni connecting one concrete sixties building with yet another is an elevated walk way and being elevated it needs steps. These are those steps.

Say it with flowers

29 May

At the entrance to the Uni the Botany Department shows it can grow a few plants.

Margot probably wants some credit for taking this; how hard can it be to push a camera button?

L’homme d’hier

25 May

I freely admit my ignorance of Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger, comte de Saint-Exupéry. You can’t know about everyone, nor should you be expected to. I gather, after a quick look see on Google, he was of some import. Still I don’t see why the uiniversity took so much against him that it removed a rather large version of the above inscription from the courtyard behind the library and replaced it with this piddling thing that seems to be covering up some utility port in a flower bed that you would quite easily miss. Below is how the old feature looked taken from the 2008 University report it’s been replaced by a giant comma. Clearly pauvre Antoine is no longer flavour of the month.


Driven up the wall

19 May

You’ve met this poor guy’s feet the other day so I thought it it only appropriate that you were given a fuller, more rounded picture. This is of course another of those figures being featured at the University over the summer.

The Nation’s Feet: a scandal

14 May

Armies may march on their stomachs but most folk use their feet. So what happens if, say, you get corns, calluses or ingrowing toe nails? Not that you would; no you will go through life like a dancing fairy with no need of podiatry care. But suppose you did and you went along to your doctor expecting the NHS to give you relief. Well unless you are under 16, over 65 or a registered disabled person with diabetes you will be turned away. Now this seems a strange policy since the workforce of this country needs good strong feet and not caring for them will mean a painful and less productive workforce, lost workdays and reduced GDP; all the things the NHS was designed to prevent. But as you can see feet are not glamorous, they’re a bit of a joke really and so people are left to suffer. I’d write to my MP if I had one right now… and my feet weren’t playing up.

Acquainted with the Night

10 May

“I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”                                                                                                                ― John Keats

This is apparently Mental Health Awareness Week where well intentioned folk try to shed the stigma of anxiety/depression/suicidal ideation and “seek to uncover why too few of us are thriving with good mental health”. Good luck to them in that, many have tried and few succeeded. For some of us though it’s not just one week in a year but every day we have to deal with all this mental crud, step by little step or post by little post perhaps…

 Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rainand back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost