Sparks May Fly

I have no idea whether this switch works or not, as it looks very old and untouched in years. But I'm not stupid enough to find out, as I might get electrocuted or set the building on fire. I have no idea who EMSEG are, or even if they still exist. So it may never get switched off.

Tree Of Life

Last Sunday Gail and I went for a little drive out. We stopped off for some food at a village called Plumtree; which is about 15 miles away from where we live. This isn't a pub sign, but a sign showing the name and a motif of a plum tree.
I think it is a very good piece of fretwork. Possibly done by hand, or someone who is very skilled with a powertool.

Seat Of Learning

This is Castle College in Beeston. I will be going there next Tuesday evening, as I have signed up to do a photography course. It used to be known as Broxtowe College, and I did an HND in Business & Finance there some years ago. But it looked nothing like this then, as it's just been rebuilt and is one of several colleges across the area that come under the Castle College branding.

X Marks The Spot

Today is Skywatch day. I've not participated for a few weeks, so here's one I took earlier, to misquote Blue Peter.
The East Midlands Airport isn't too far away from where I live, and as it is a busy airport lots of planes fly over throughout the day and night. Alas not big ones like you get at major airports. So these vapour trails are always in the sky, but not so joined up like this.

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Pig Sick

I haven't taken much notice or mentioned the so called swine flu epidemic, that supposed to have acted like the plague over the summer. Like most things it's hyped up to hysterical levels. I have enjoyed some of the jokes and cartoons that have appeared though. Some have been very funny.

So I was quite surprised to see this poster in the window of an office on Upper Parliament Street showing where you could get hold of the drug. Don't know if many people have been in for their potion, but it didn't look very busy when I walked past.

He's Behind You

I had a touch of serendipity today. For some reason I decided to walk back to my office past the Theatre Royal. I was going to go via the Old Market Square. Luckily I did, because the theatre was promoting it's pantomime: Jack and the Beanstalk. Yes, I groaned too at the thought of Christmas just being around the corner.

It stars, OK girls, swoon!, Nigel Havers. A puppeteer called Paul Zerdin. No I've not heard of him either, and panto's biggest giant called Blunderbore. It also stars the former Emmerdale actress Jenna-Louise Coleman, who played would be journalist and trainee lesbian, Jasmine. Although she did a better job of murdering a rather nasty policeman. Alas I missed both of them, so you'll just have to make do with these three.

The Time Machine

A strange thing happened to my friend and work colleague Jill this afternoon. She was putting some information into someone's Outlook Calendar, when all of a sudden her screen started flickering and the calendar dates started going back in time. Just like in HG Wells' novel.
It was fascinating to watch. I thought it would stop around 2001. But it kept going backwards. When it got to the year of her birth, Jill looked closely to see if she could find out what day she was born on. But the calendar flicked by too quickly. Here's a photo of one of the last dates we saw before she clicked on Windows' task manager. I would have liked it to keep going to see what would happen when it got to year zero.

Flat Packed Transport

IKEA were in town the other day handing out copies of their new catalogue. I didn't bother taking any photos of the assistants, as they were only dressed in yellow T shirts and jeans. Ho one dressed as Billy Bookcase or a meatball. So here's the bus that bought them all the way from Giltbrook.

Glass's Guide

The annual heritage weekend is now underway. All over the country various buildings are open to the public. Yesterday I had a look around St Peter's Church in the centre of Nottingham. It's a very old building and some of it dates from 1140AD. I'm always amazed at the amount of work and detail that goes into the building of such places. The Bible appears to go on about living simply and without worldly goods etc, yet churches are full of gold, decoration, and were expensive to build. Here's one of the many stained glass windows that St Peter's contains. I wonder how long it took to make and how much it cost?

Street Of Knowledge

I like vandals with a sense of humour. Not that I am condoning the act of ruining someone else's property, but sometimes it can be tolerated. Here's a good example. Ogle Drive is in the area known as the Park. It's very close to the castle. As you can see, some wag has added 'go' to the sign, to make it 'Google Drive'. Funny eh!

The best example I saw was on a fire exit. There was a sign warning people that the door was alarmed. Someone had scribbled underneath 'But sometimes it is just upset.'

Disco Diva

There's a upmarket, trendy furniture shop called Zoo, that I pass every morning on the way to work. The other day this mirrorball like statue appeared in the window. I decided to capture it for prosperity today, as it was sunny and so the glass would reflect more light. Fortunately I didn't get too much reflection from the shop window itself.

Nine, Nine, Nine

No, I'm not learning German, or pretending to be an emergency service, but as most people will have noticed, today is the 9th of the 9th, of the 9th. I found a website the other day called the Worldwide Movement through Facebook. People were asked to post a photograph that they had taken this morning at nine minutes past nine. Always up for a challenge, I of course signed up. As I cycle in to work, I had no idea as to where I'd be at the aforementioned time. Not too much traffic this morning, so I was near the castle and fortunately I found something worth taking: more workmen cleaning the weeds and shrubbery from the sandstone that the castle stands on.

Tide's Out

The rides are down, the sand is back on the truck. Yes at long last the Nottingham Riviera has closed for the season. It's strange how quickly the novelty wears off and how much people want things back to normal. Trouble is, it's coming back next year.

There's a cooking festival on all week next week. I'm looking forward to seeing what's on offer, both for my eyes and my stomach.

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A Ship To Live In

This is Marine Court in Hastings. I was amazed and stunned when I saw this, as it's another wonderful Art Deco designed building. Looking it up on Google, I found it was built in 1937 and was based on the liner the Queen Mary. Some of the apartments are for sale, and for a sea view they cost about £60k. It became a listed building in 1999, and it seems that work has started to restore it to its former glory. Apparently it has an underground car park, which I would have liked to have seen. In fact I would have enjoyed a tour around the whole building as it just looks so fantastic. As the tide was in I couldn't go on the beach and take a full view of the building.

Took A Deco

We left Rye today and decided to have a look at some of the other seaside towns along the south coast. We stopped off at Hastings and Bexhill on Sea. The latter town is famous for its Art Deco designed seafront pavilion. It has featured several times in the Poirot films with David Suchet, and I have always wanted to see it. I took several quick snaps, as it was going to be nearly a four hour drive back home. I got chatting to another photographer who was taking pictures of the same building, but with a much more expensive camera.

A Walk Into The Past

This weekend Gail and I are in Rye, East Sussex. It's partly a break and partly to say a final goodbye to my dear friend John Ryan, whose memorial service we attended today.
The local church was packed. Estimated at around 400. Afterwards close friends and relatives were invited to the town hall close by for lunch. We then were invited back to the family home, where we ate some more of the buffet and remembered his life and work.

Rye is a wonderful quaint little town, that is very old. We are staying at the Ship Inn, a former smuggling pub that is over 400 years old. It's quite eccentric, and the floor or our room slopes, and comes complete with wooden beams. But they are in the 21st century, as I am writing this in the bar, which has Wi-fi.

Blowing In The Wind

Blimey it was windy today. And rainy. Think it rained all last night. The good old British summer is well and truly over. Trying to walk against the wind at lunchtime, some pieces of newspaper flew past me. Looking around I saw these pages from a newspaper having a dance in the breeze. I think it's an edition of the Sun or the Daily Mirror, if you were wondering.

Hot Off The Press

This young woman is clearly jobhunting, as she has the employment pages in the Nottingham Evening Post open and is calling for an interview. No time to waste sitting down somewhere quietly over a cup of tea, it's a case of quick, ring that employer, see if the jobs still vacant. Even if it means kneeling down in the middle of a busy street.

Gone Up In Smoke

This rather neat Victorian building is part of the Eastcroft incinerator site. Household rubbish is burnt there everyday and turned into heat for some local residents. It's been in the news quite a lot recently, as they want to expand it, but environmentalists say no, because of the gases it produces.

I rather like the grand clock tower, with the weather cock on the top. It looks like it should belong on a far grander building.

The Future's Black

Things generally haven't really been going too well for me this year. First my friend's suicide, John's passing and now I've been told of someone else I know having a fatal accident at home. Also we've had to go through a major restructuring at work. This has resulted with friends leaving, others working on different floors and generally making everyone feel down. I've also been saddened by the closure earlier this year of my favourite record store; Selectadisc and my local Sommerfield. Gail has to give me some good cuddles when I'm feeling low.

So to try and cheer myself up, I decided to splash out on a new Fiat 500. I informed you last week that we were looking for a new car. So after much deliberation, I've gone for it. It will look like the one here. The trouble is that I am having to wait about three months before it's delivered. Then the idea is more weekends away and drives out into the country. Try to get more out of life. Gail is still attracted to the Suziki Swift though.

The Jury's Out

I've put a couple of shots of this hotel by the railway station on before. But here's a more complete picture. The hotel isn't really on a hill. it's just that I was standing by the canal, and that's quite low down. I've never walked along that stretch before, so it was nice to get a different perspective on things.

A Load Of Old Bull

One of the unsung attractions of Nottingham is the cattle market, near Notts County's football ground. Every Saturday lots of auctions and sales go on at this well known site, which sprung up over a hundred years ago. Alas no cows and sheep anymore, but antiques, flowers, vegetables and general car boot tat. I remember as a child, my dad taking me most Saturday's, and he would bid for the odd item of furniture or some tools. I have still got some of the things he bought.

My photo today shows part of the detail at the entrance gates, to prove that cattle were available there.

The End Of The Road

This is part of the attraction that was the Tales of Robin Hood. A lot of the fixtures and fittings have gone now & I was surprised to find that some of the souvenirs have recently been on sale at a local charity shop.
Although the scenery looks quite good, the figures are a bit naff. I think they are only made from papier mache, and to me, they look a bit too harsh and stylised. I don't know whether they will auction them off, or they'll turn up somewhere else. I'll keep you posted.

Back To The Green

Continuing on from yesterday's theme, here's a photograph of what the Tales of Robin Hood looks like, nearly six months after it closed. As you can see some of the ceiling has fallen in, a window has been smashed and the frontage is generally looking quite shabby. So much so, that the city council has ordered the owners of the building to clean it up. This is quite ironic really, as it is the same council that refused to help the operators of the attraction who were struggling financially earlier this year.

Gizza Job

Nottingham's failing tourist industry took a turn for the worst today, as Robin Hood decided to retrain as a hairdresser. He said that with the closure of various tourist attractions around the city; most notably the one named after him on Maid Marian Way, had made him think deeply about his role of mascot for the city. He suggested the cancellation of his own TV series by the BBC had made him ponder whether it would be worth continuing as the famous outlaw. He had always liked platting Marian's hair when they were alone in Sherwood Forest, and thought he might like to do it on a full time basis. So he visited a stand in town today to see what college courses were available.

Lock And Roll

Quite an interesting scene of two narrowboats using the lock at the same time. The two boats will be able to pass through twice as quick, as both 'captains' are working together.

I quite like the family of Japanese tourists standing there and watching the action. Not sure if they have canals in the Orient, so it will be something special for them to see the action

Skywatch Monday

An early skywatch, as I saw this unusual cloud formation at the back of our house. It either looks like a thick forest, or the result of a big explosion. I don't know if it will bring any rain tonight. But our garden could certainly do with some, and it might help to get rid of the sticky and muggy atmosphere we are experiencing at the moment.

Mobile Union Jack

Gail and I went looking at new cars again today. We have just about whittled it down between a Fiat 500 and Suzuki Swift. It's going to be a case of head or heart with the decision, as the Swift would be more practical, but the little Fiat would be more fun to drive, and is just so damn sexy to look at.

While we were looking through the vehicles on offer at a garage, I came across this Nissan Micra, which had been specially painted to publicise the fact that they are built in the UK. In Sunderland I believe.

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Lights Out

Here's the former factory in Beeston called Aerial Pressings that has been converted into luxury flats. They've done quite a good job, and almost all the flats are taken. The building itself looks a little like a prison or a castle with turrets and arched windows etc. Here's what it looks like at night.

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The Future Is... Green

As promised, here's a picture of probably Nottingham's ugliest building, the new contemporary art gallery in the Lace Market. For an historic area of the city, the building sticks out like a sore thumb. I think it has no appealing features whatsoever, some fans of modern architecture may disagree. I think more effort should have gone into the design, so it blended in more with the area.

Putting The World To Bed

Today is Skywatch Friday. For all you new followers, let me explain. Every Thursday/Friday (depending on where you are from), we post a photo that includes a piece of our sky. In my case, it's over Beeston where I live. A simple, but very popular idea. Click on the link above and see what photos other skywatchers have taken. Enjoy.

In Memory Of

I received a letter yesterday that made me quite sad. It was an invitation to a memorial service for a friend of mine whom I had known for nearly 40 years. His name was John Ryan, and was a well known cartoonist and animator. His best known character was Captain Pugwash. He also created Mary, Mungo & Midge, Sir Prancealot and the Ark Stories. He also drew satirical cartoons for the Catholic Herald newspaper and Harris Tweed for the Eagle in the 1950's.

A real talented illustrator and wonderful person. His wife Priscilla is fantastic too and is also a talented still life painter. I hope she is coping without him after nearly 60 years of marriage. I saw him last in 2007, and wasn't too well with various health problems. But he could still draw. and signed his latest book for me. Then a few weeks later a parcel arrived. It was this picture he had created and dedicated to Gail and I. Although he lived in Rye, I shall miss him, as I always used to send them cards and letters.

Flying High

I decided to take another shot of the fairground ride in the square. Only because they have added some flags to the seats, as I don't usually show things twice. Looking through, to select the best one for your viewing, I saw that a pigeon had flown by in one of the photos. So I've chosen that one. Call it serendipity.

For some reason the shots were a little blurry, so I've gone for a monochrome look, to concentrate the action. But no disrespect to the countries whose flags are on show.

The Big Question

I couldn't resist taking a snap of this poster on the wall of a local church. It wasn't so much the question, but the answer which some comic had scribbled underneath that caught my eye. Personally I would have written "Oh yes they can", as it is better English. I wonder if the vicar had to get permission from Google to reproduce their logo?

Light And Shade

Although I have been busy today and went out to a local garden centre, my camera didn't take any photos. Which is surprising, as I can normally find something worth capturing.
So here's something I took just after returning from Dubai. It's not a very exciting picture, but it shows perspective and what light and dark can do to a scene. A shame in a way that the top of the building breaks the clean line of the wall.

All Done With Mirrors

They've nearly completed the new art gallery in the Lace Market. Unfortunately it does look as bad as the original computer mock-ups, even though it's behind schedule and over budget. Imagine one of those cargo containers painted green. Well that's what it looks like. It's definitely the ugliest building in Nottingham, if not the country. I will show it to you sometime next week, so you can see what I mean.

Anyway there is some glass amongst all the green concrete, and it makes reflections like this. That's me in the middle, suitably obscured.

In The Frame

How many of you can remember the old riddle about when is a door, not a door?
All together now - "When it's ajar"!
This door wasn't ajar, but it is in serious need of a lick of paint. I think it is going to get one shortly, as it looks like someone has been busy scraping away the old layers.

Who want's to take a guess at what colour it is going to be?

Gnome Team

How's this for a mascot of your favourite football side. Your very own gnome in your team colours. I don't think they would make very good players though with their short stumpy legs. It would take ages for them to run from one end of the pitch to the other. And the goalie would have no chance!

Driving Back To Health

Here's another of the famous logoed Smart Cars that we like taking pictures of so much. Seems like the little vehicles are all over the world now, as I often see them pop up on the CDP page of thumbnails.

I've not yet been in one, either as a driver or passenger. I do like the new Fiat 500 though. And the cabriolet version would look great outside my house. Just need the £12k to buy one.

There's Gold In That There Sand

Here's the price list for the rides and stalls at the Nottingham Riviera. As you can work out, it's not cheap, especially if you have a couple of rugrats who will want to go on everything.

The attraction was heaving today as it was a lovely sunny day, so the owners will be raking the money in. Especially as you can't bring your own food; you have to eat and drink what's on offer. And of course these concessions are run by the owners too.

We All Need To Be Green

This is a statue of Brian Clough, who was the manager of Nottingham Forest football team during the 1970s and 80s. I'm not a football fan, so I can't reel off the goals etc, but the club did have some success during the time he was their manager.
His statue was unveiled last November. Not sure why it's taken this long to show him. Maybe its the green jumper he's wearing that made me want to take a photo. The jumper isn't part of the statue. Perhaps someone thought he was feeling cold!

Talking of winners, this seems a good opportunity to welcome the 200 new members who have signed up to follow my humble blog over the past few days. Becoming a 'blog of note' seems to have made a big difference in the number of people reading about my hometown. Thanks for the interest and trust you are enjoying the ride so far.

Music To Do Your Shopping By

Every Saturday morning in August, our local council hires professional musicians to entertain the passers by in the Square. Chairs are put out, so people can sit and listen to the different concerts. I missed the first one, as we were still in Dubai. But yesterday's was a real treat. A folk rock band by the name of Carmina kept everyone entertained for nearly three hours. And in glorious weather too.
They were very good, and Pippa Marland the singer sounded like a mixture of Dido, Enya and Julia Fordham. Everyone who stayed to listen seemed to enjoy the songs. They are returning to Beeston in October, when they are appearing in a concert at a local church. I'll shall be buying tickets very shortly.
If you are interested in hearing what they sound like, here's a link to their website.

Daisy, Daisy

Some of you of a certain age may remember the old ditty about a chap who proposes to his beloved. But he is poor and can only afford to get to the church on a tandem.
This bride and groom seem to have spent a bit of money on their wedding today in Beeston, as they drove away from the church in this natty little sports car. It's four years old, and I believe it is a Morgan Roadster. They are quite expensive, so they may have hired it for the day. Beats the cliched Rolls Royce anyway.

All's Fair On A Summer's Day

A little bit of irony in the title, as it's practically rained everyday since we got back from Dubai.
Here's another shot of the Nottingham Riviera. I can't really take any photos of children enjoying themselves in the sand or on the rides for obvious reasons. So here's a reflective shot of one of the rides and the council house. Which maybe is a metaphor for the sad indictment on today's view of photography.

Bombs Away

Today there was a small demonstration in the Market Square. Not against the council this time, but against nuclear weapons. Today, 64 years ago, the first atomic bomb was dropped over the Japanese town of Hiroshima, killing thousands. Another one was released a few days later over Nagasaki. It might not have been the best move to make, but at least it bought world war 2 to an end after six years.
Lets hope they never have to drop another.

Nearly 30 years ago OMD had a hit called Enola Gay, which was about the B29 that dropped the bomb. You can see it here

Worth It's Weight In Gold

There was a bit of good news on the TV news last night. The former Woolworth's in the Victoria Centre is going to be turned into a pound shop. So I paid a visit today to see what was happening. Apparently it's going to be the biggest one in the country. I'm not sure if that's something for the city to be proud of or not. This means that there will be 12,500 sq feet of tat for sale. Although to be honest, they do have some good things in occasionally, like books, dvds and model cars. But a lot of it is rubbish and a waste of the worlds declining resources. Badly painted figures, plastic things that no one quite knows what they are for and tacky party decorations are amongst the delights on offer. At least some new jobs will be created.

I have to thank some fellow bloggers who left congratulatory messages on yesterday's entry. It seems that my page has become a 'blog of note'. I didn't know anything about it. So thanks to those that selected it for inclusion into the hall of fame.

A Hazy Shade Of Summer

This photo hasn't been given the Lomo treatment. It's just the condensation on the lens from coming out into the heat or the day from the chill of the Madinat Jumeirah souk. It took a minute of two for my trusty FZ18 to get accustomed to the heat again. Although on a few occasions it stopped working altogether. Which isn't surprising with temperatures hitting 40*c.

Running For The Bus

One of the drawbacks of the development of Dubai is the continual sight of cranes, noise and hundreds of workers from the Indian sub-continent. Of course there was a building site next to our hotel. It wasn't too annoying at night, as the drone of the air conditioning drowned out nearly all the noises from the construction.
When we were walking back to our hotel the other day, we saw all these workers running after their bus which would take them back to their labour camp. Either they were late knocking off or the driver hadn't seen them. Either way, I think it's quite a comical scene.

Blowin In The Wind

As promised, here's a photo of the after effects in Dubai of the giant Iranian sandstorm that started a few days ago. You can see how hazy and dusty the sky is. I understand the sky would look the same after a nuclear explosion. At least this dust isn't radio-active.

Gail and I are back home now and gearing up to start the process of trying to get back into work mode. I will still be putting a few more Dubai pics on, while I collect some new images from Nottingham. Only missed 3 postings, which isn't too bad I suppose. Luckily I could blog at all, as Flickr is banned in the emirate, so couldn't keep up with the Nottingham gangs' offerings.

One Hump Or Two?

Gail and I have visited Dubai many times, but not once have we seen a camel. The other day our luck was in. We decided to spend the day on the beach, and while we were soaking up the rays, Laurence of Arabia rode by on one and towing another. Perhaps it was his caravan!
Took a number of shots, but think this one came out the best.

Dubai is still overcast with the fallout from the sandstorm in Iraq which is affecting the whole of the UAE. It's about 40*c at the moment, but no sun is getting through the cloud of dust. It's not as drastic as the old pea soupers that the UK used to get in the 1950s. I'll see if I take a good image to illustrate it.