Thursday 22 May 2008

Walworth Road Launderette sign REPAIR SHOCKA!

As promised prior to my sojourn to the Dordogne, I had a list of items I needed to bring to your attention. The first one is to do with the Launderette sign across from the Castlemead Estate on the Walworth Road towards Camberwell Green.
Well you may remember how I've recorded and enjoyed it's steady deterioration over the last 6 years. Nearly entirely bereft of vowels I wanted to see just how long the managment within would accept it as a valid means of communication.
Anyway, it was with abject horror and not all small amount of amazment that the sign has been repaired. I KNOW! The overriding vernacular of this part of Southwark is undoutedly 'post apocalyptic' and anything that strays from the pattern of a downward slide into anarchy should be met with suspicion!
So, the sign has been repaired, its lost vowels re-instated. But the most amazing thing is that, not only have the letters been replaced (they are profiled red acrylic on spacers), but the letters are the same typeface and size. UNBELIEVABLE in an area where painting the missing letters back on to the brickwork behind would have been seen as more than adequate.
Thankfully, there is one aspect of this disturbing development which re-assures me that the Walworth Road is still millenia away from gentrification and being renamed 'Camberwell Quarter' and that is that the red acrylic's hue doesn't match.
Hoorah, mediocrity is alive and well in Camberwell (that would make a nice slogan for the local council).

Flickr

Well after my trouble with You Tube and all that unpleasantness, I discovered how my account had been 'hijacked' and it was I'm afraid down to a momentary lapse on concentration on my part. This has annoyed me intensely as I am normally so suspicious and rigourous about security. I wont go into details, but suffice to say, 'I' had commented on stuff that really I wouldn't want to comment on.
Thankfully that account has been recently shut down now.
Anyway, now a little bit wiser and not without a bit of trepidation, I have opened a Flickr account. I thought this would be a good way of doing a bit of self promotion. I've posted a few pics of my Alton Towers work on it. However for some reason when you search for them, they can't be found. So still not really sure how it all works. You can however search for me and see my pics that way, just look for 'laird 'o' the heights when you search for 'people'.
I have also re-opened a new and more secure You Tube account as I wanted to comment of videos of my trains. It's nice to see what people think of your work.

Thursday 8 May 2008

Entent Cordial, bit like Ribena, but with more garlic.

Bonjour, Je ma'appelle le Laird du les heights du Dulwich Grande.
Mais oui, j'aime bien les Poisson Rouge, je deteste la musique folklorique.
Ou est la Marie du Creteil? Sous la fenetre.
Le gateaux mademoiselle, c'est combien?
Hmm Danone!

Ah, you've just caughtme in the middle of a French lesson. I think you'll agree I have a pretty good grasp of the basics and the phrases above will pretty much get you through most tricky gallic situations.
The reason for me brushing up on the old 'Franglais' is that I will once again be temporarilly leaving Greater Dulwich Heights and heading to the French conterpart, 'La vue du St Severin D'Estissac in the beautiful Dordogne region of SW France.
I know this will come as a disappointment to my fan, but have no fear I shall 'retour' (I'm good aren't I? Did you see what I did there, I cleverly replaced the word 'return' with it's French equivalent to continue the now flagging French theme).
Anywho, I will be back on Monday, so when I've got some time I can update you on some exciting stories and developements including:

Walworth Road Launderette sign REPAIR SHOCKA!
Spudniks
Cheesy Nik Naks
and a new up and coming feature 'ARGOS CATALOGUE ON TOP OF A BUS SHELTER WATCH 2008'. This is a replacement for the hugely popular 'BANANA ON TOP OF A BUS SHELTER 2006'
and
Ken Livingston and my part in his downfall.

For now Salut Maintenant and all that crazy French nonsence.