I open with a TEEEEEWNN! Jack White provides
such anticipation ahead of releasing his second album, by offering this rockin’
instrumental. Perfection? Thank you Jack.
My
intial note, this week is a cryptic reminder for me to rant.
Nike Air
I refuse to name, personally, but instead I
complain about the store. Waitrose in Surbiton, is an amazing supermarket, and
I continue to use. However, I was left exhasperated, earlier in the week. I was
waiting to access the ‘disabled/baby changing toilet’. I was outside, accepting
the fact, but made myself convinced that the only ‘wheelchair accessible loo’
was being wrongly used, by an able-bodied customer (as this is regularly the
case). Wrong, but I accept. 5 minutes, I’m still waiting. Hmmmpf! I tap on the
door, no response. No sound. I return to my ‘waiting spot’… The door opens!
Hooo ray! To my utter astonishment, not only is the man able-bodied, without
accompanying a baby, he is wearing a Waitrose uniform!! A member of staff!
I am in no rush, but sheer disbelief.
Although I see no baby, I ask him ‘Where’s the
baby?’ He looks at me, puzzled. I read to him the sign, explaining those who
may use the loo. I look in despair at his uniform, and point my eyes to the ‘Waitrose’ sign, in desdain. He
tries to tell me that he used it because ‘the other one was busy’. Hmmm, ok.
Wrong, but ok, but WRONG!!!
Grrrrr. Wonderful facts of wheelchair life!
OK, I ensure that this blog is positive, so I
want to share giving my congratulations to Sir Bradley Wiggins. A 9th placed finish, ahead
of Tom Boonen, at Paris-Roubaix, is an amazing result. I consider myself quite
a big cycling fan, but I cannot remember any Tour de France winners, also with
such a good Paris-Roubaix palmares. I am 29, born 1984, so forgive me if I have
missed anyone?...
I admit that I am a coffee addict, so watched much
of the race courtesy of Eurosport, on my phone, outside a café, last Sunday, in
the sun!
Pics, I managed to capture, include Boonen
attacking (with about 60km to go), and above, Mathieu Ladagnous, displaying my
favourite kit, that of Francaise Des Jeux.
More music. Both, female acts, but very
different.
Pins, I first heard Radio6Music, album out
now.
Thursday, I visited central London again. I
love my iPhone. I take it everywhere and am constantly using it as a camera!
When sunny, and art-deco architecture is viewable, I snap away, at joy.
I turn around, and spot Bank by the roundabout!
I am stunned that I have never really looked at this before. To be
investigated.
I get to London, knowing that I wish to head
for Fleet Street. On the way however, I stop off at Somerset House (below). The
shot below is taken just before two girls arrive and take their own photos of
the same shot. However they are shooting each other (fair enough). They are
both standing off-centre!
I cannot believe it. I call out, telling them
that are committing a crime.
A ‘crucifixion’, is what I call it! I explain
why, and offer to take a photo of/for them both.
There is even a flagpole pointing towards where
you stand! Tut tut.
Art Deco classic, the Telegraph building, Fleet
Street.
I finish, by rambling about coffee. My note,
double shot is cheating?
Whilst coffee is amazing, beautiful, and I love
it, it must have a negative side. Too much of anything is bad. I know this, and
readily accept that ‘too much coffee’ is bad. A double-shot coffee, tastes
absolutely perfect, but there is no wonder at this, it’s twice as powerful! Twice
as ‘positive’, must mean twice as ‘negative’.
It is like EPO (erythopoetin), for professional
cyclists. By having one shot of coffee, it is the fair standard amount. But now
that there are cafes wanting to increase their sales, they provide double
shots, to the innocent, unknowing customer. They do taste amazing, but this is
not fair. They are not playing fair competition!
Like EPO, when one ‘races at a higher level’,
everyone has too. Is society prepared to make the jump, to having stronger
coffees?
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