Friday, March 7, 2003

Ancient Sites. Ah ... the Stone Circle of Avebury (right next to the Red Lion Pub, BTW). Silbury Hill. Stonehenge. Magickal, as Phil would put it. Archeology, as Kellerkind would put it. Great Pics, as I would put it. Check out The Modern Antiquarian. "Since launching in March 2000ce, the site has grown to be a massive resource for news, information, images, folklore & weblinks on the ancient sites across the UK & Ireland, thanks to the remarkable efforts of all those who contribute." 11:52:39 PM     |

SHRGRMFFGLBX! No date for return of Central Line [This is London: London News] Now this is great: But London Underground did announce that one of the trains modified since the incident had successfully travelled the length of the line and back again in a strictly-supervised run. Wow. Progress. This is getting ridiculous. Am I living in East-Zbrwenzca or in London? Is this England, a European country or a Third World village? Am I living on Earth or on Zeta Reticuli? Well, I guess The Greys would have sorted that out in no time ... 11:20:34 PM     |

MOMI. They're back; at least on the web. Fantastic. The Museum of the Moving Image opened in London in 1988 and was located at Southbank, right next to the Royal Albert Hall. Unfortunately they closed down in August 1999, but: This unofficial website revives the spirit of just one section of the museum, the Undercroft, featuring The Precursors of Cinema and Early Film. Very, very, very recommendable website. "link" 11:12:15 PM     |

Good News. Our Bloggermeeting in Brussels was a successful one! Zoe, Quarsan and my humble self had a few pints in the Hairy Canary pub and then went across the road to that little Italian restaurant where we had some wonderful pasta. Since I'm booked at least until the end of March in Brussels, we're going to repeat that. 10:53:44 PM     |

The Nightmare. Just back from that hellish trip Eurostar - Jubilee Line - Silverlink - Replacement Bus, standing in front of my house (dark, so nobody's in) and letting the key glide smartly into the lock - - nothing happens. Shock. Horror. I can't get in. Somebody - and I can imagine who - must have locked the door from the inside by pressing that black button and then shut the door from the outside. But thanks to my neighbour. He nursed me with tea and the Yellow Pages, and it took the Emergency Locksmith only two hours to get here. Mind you, my neighbour has to get up at 5 in the morning, he works at a market. We were not amused. Oh, and it was only a hundred quid to get the bloody door open. Am I fuming? Nah, not me. I'm merely biting into my keyboard. Of course I'm fuming. 10:43:38 PM     |