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The most obvious landmark viewable from my kitchen window is the Crystal Palace Television Transmitter. It’s about 6 miles SSW of here and does look like a rather weedy Eiffel Tower.
At 728 feet it was the tallest structure in London until the completion of 1 Canada Square at Canary Wharf (which can’t be seen even from my bathroom window).
The chimneys of Battersea Power Station are far shorter (about 350ft) but they are visible from my flat, if you lean far enough out of the…. aaaaaaargh! splat!
Pigeons are now coming home according to the FT:
Six months later, more than three-quarters of the money has been paid back, a success rate that would delight most early stage business investors.
The biggest profit was £410, generated by a student at east London’s Walthamstow School for Girls, who set up a homemade doughnut business, persuading a local shop to donate ingredients.
She returned the £10 to The Entrepreneur Channel, a satellite television station that funded the scheme, and donated the rest to various charities.
The average profit from the 50 biggest earning schemes was £99.33, according to Mr Barrett.
Yay Oli! Yay Doughnuts! Yay Walthamstow!
OK, here’s another.
I’m not a railway buff or a model railway fiend but I have always enjoyed travelling on the railway. No that’s not the fact, it’s a bit of flannelly introduction to divert you from the true geekiness of the fact.
The fact is: the final year project I chose for my degree (Computing & IT, Surrey, 1996) was an examination of railway timetabling through modelling and simulation.
I think I’m getting the hang of these random things – they’re things that make me go: “Hang on, is that true or have I just made it up?”, the sorts of things that you have to read a couple of times to be sure you’ve got it right.
Yes, I spent large parts of my final year at University creating a software model that simulated the activity of a railway system. To show my appreciation of the importance of abstraction, I created an algebra of train system elements. The first model was the simplest possible operational railway system. It consisted of two stations, a track, a single train and a single passenger. I constructed a timetable for this system by running a simulation of its activity (the passenger getting on and off, the train running from station to station etc) and thereby constructing a starting schedule, empirically. When I spoke to the people at Railtrack about it as part of my initial research, they said, no, that wasn’t the sort of thing that they did to produce their timetables, though it was a fascinating idea, they simply introduced tweaks to timetables that had “always” existed.
I then added complexity to the model in the form of more stations, longer track (broken down into sections), signalling, more trains, more passengers. I had to deal with the difficulties of shared track, over-crowding, staff rotas etc. Running the simulation produced further timetables. The model was implemented in an object-oriented modelling & simulation package ModSim. It was probably the last time I did any serious coding.
I thought it rocked, most other people though it weird, though I still got my 2:1 Plus ça change…
Thank you to Helen, who has tagged me with the latest X Y’s about Z meme. This time it’s 8 random things about me, a subject dear to my heart.
I’m not sure about tagging 8 people, so I may leave that to the end, or not do it at all. I propose to write one post per random thing as I’m struggling with the random bit at the moment. I know what it means when my kids say “err.. Dad… random” but I can’t believe that me talking to myself is of any interest to anyone here. Though of course, I’m completely missing the fact that this blog always involves me talking to myself – it would be very difficult to write otherwise.
So, if I can get beyond the definitional fudge, I’d like to present to you Random Fact #1
I received my Drama School Diploma from Arthur English.
Yes, that Arthur English.
We really shouldn’t have been so snotty. At least he worked…
It’s remarkably quiet in my living room this lunchtime as Grosvenor Road is closed between St George’s Square and Claverton Street because of the collapse of some scaffolding at the south-west corner of Dolphin Square. We’ve had scaffolding all over for a while since the exteriors are being cleaned. It doesn’t look as if this bit was very high, but I’m no expert. I hope no-one was hurt.
So this is what asbo-fodder looked like in 1986. Well to be accurate, it’s an interpretation of 1986 yoof by a bunch of nice middle-class drama students (…and me, pffft!)
Did we even get paid? I can’t remember – it might have been just for the pleasure of seeing our young faces in print. I’m not really sure what Surrey Police ever did with this either. Sniggered probably. I’d pay really good money for a copy of the training video we shot for them on another occasion. We would act out scenes of crime and disorder for probationers to practice their recitation of the newly formalised words from the then Police & Criminal Evidence Act. I just remember a bunch of us singing “Here we go” and trying to give some PCs a good kicking and another scene where one of them tried to arrest us on suspicion of possession, on the basis of a screwed up bit of tinfoil from a Mr Kipling Bakewell Tart.
Quite why I chose this pic to illustrate this post which is nothing more than a wrapper for another outing for my voice & ukulele (1min, 330k) is beyond my comprehension. This number’s called “I want a little girl” and has nothing to do (unless you have a bizarre imagination) with walking, boots, leather or Westminster.
Perhaps I need to increase my dosage.