Reading this news story, I wondered this: given that we are supposed to be living in a surveillance society, with CCTV everywhere, security guards, 24/7 policing, anti-terror alerts and all the rest, how can one of the biggest, busiest stations in one of the biggest, busiest cities in the world have "a remote area" where a body might lay undiscovered for several days. Based on the information currently reported, it appears that this man went to that spot to end his life – what if he had gone there to plant or prepare a bomb?
Meow
Simon’s Cat (1 and 2 – YouTube). Utter genius. I particularly like the long pause between the door opening and the cat coming in. via Gordon.
Meanwhile, Matt the Bakiwop is walking for President.
Shear
Pilot to tower: I think we’ll go round again.
EDIT: it’s a shame that the BBC edited this – early versions online had nothing but the ambient noise of the roar of the wind and the plane spotter’s sharp intake of breath. I don’t need Huw Edwards to tell me what is happening.
Bad science
Here are a couple of stories for people who like pro-biotic yogurts:
Activia maker to be sued for false advertising – no clinical proof that pro-biotics do you any good, according to the suit.
Meanwhile, in the Netherlands, Yakult should be investigated by the government health authorities because it could kill you.
Graybo says: Eat more mushy peas.
Evil BBC picture editor – still at large?
Bum!
Three things
British nuclear weapons were enabled and disabled by a bike lock key. How very British – just as it should be.
Three Gorges Dam causes geological deformation. No surprise really – the weight of water is bound to have this effect.
Graybo updates Amazon wishlist. Christmas is coming, geese need fattening. Or just send cash:
A very funny man
Brought to justice
Chichester rapist found guilty and sentenced. I think I blogged about these cases when I lived in Chichester. One attack took place on a lane where I walked frequently, another only yards from one of my clients.
Nay, nay, nay, Mr Wilks!
Ronald Magill, RIP. I have never been a soap fan, but my childhood memories of Emmerdale consist almost entirely of Amos Brearly uttering the above words.
Pat! Pat!
Mike Reid, RIP.
Of course, those of us of a certain age remember Mike Reid much more for this than for EastEnders. Did anyone ever actually understand the rules of Runaround?