The record |
I was sitting on the western side of the train and the low sun was flashing as we went along. Which seemed to mean that, with eyes shut, one had a radially flavoured, a radially organised visual experience. Not exactly symmetry, but bright, flashing, multi-coloured stuff moving in and out from the centre. And whatever it was, it came from sufficiently high up in the vision system for it to be a single combined image from the two eyes. Perhaps an eye flavoured neurologist could explain.
Next up was the thought that maybe if one smoked, one would reduce one's chances of catching the bug. Point one: I believe that tobacco use was once promoted for its promotion of internal hygiene. Point two: use of drugs like heroin seems to either suppress minor ailments or suppress their symptoms. Addicts report all kinds of minor ailments as they wean themselves off the stuff.
And then I noticed that smoke seemed to be coming out of one of the four (expensively rebuilt) chimneys of Battersea Power Station. What was going on? Was this long running project actually nearing completion?
Pulled a Bullingdon from the pole position on the ramp and tried for the right hand side of the exit onto the roundabout at the Waterloo Bridge end of York Road - which on this occasion made for a smoother transit to Stamford Street than going for the middle, which has always seemed more correct, allowing for those people behind who want to turn right into Waterloo Road. A transit only marred by a twenty something male cyclist who cut straight into the roundabout from Waterloo Bridge without any regard for the traffic already on the roundabout. That is to say me - and I shouted at him as I find that I can shout much faster than I can ring the Bullingdon Bell.
Coolea |
Heavy cycles |
Still no face masks.
Picture hanging |
But I did learn that specialist insurers who go in for business continuity insurance know all about plagues, an optional extra in such policies. An extra that some people were trying to buy into a little late in the day. Also that some city firms were going in for quite elaborate precautionary measures to try and maintain said continuity. The show must go on. Also that the up-front, sunk costs of putting on some of the big business shows - for example the annual mobile phone show in Barcelona of references 1 and 2 - can run into a couple of hundred million pounds. So one does take out insurance for them.
I admired the heavy brass rails used for hanging the pictures, a posh version of the wire I have strung along the top of two of the four walls on my study, wire which works well enough, despite forming parabolas deep enough that the picture hooks sometimes slide. Big brass rails would look a bit silly in the home, while the wooden picture rails that our house came with - mostly stripped out by our predecessors - are not as high as the wires. Maybe more discrete rails would be the answer if one was starting from new.
Climbed onto my second Bullingdon and wondered whether I ought. But reflexes kicked in and I completed the journey - a very simple & safe journey in the quiet of evening for the west bound bicycle - without incident - and knocking about a minute and a half off the outward journey time.
Coolea at home |
After which I enjoyed a spot of bread and Coolea.
Reference 1: https://www.barcelona.com/barcelona_trade_show/the_mobile_world_congress_barcelona.
Reference 2: https://www.mwcbarcelona.com/.
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