Someone’s just ‘separated at birth’ed me. I suppose I have to live with it…
Category: Photos
My SpecialBike
I picked up my custom recycled bike from the guys at Specialbike last night. Unfortunately the gods decided to unleash one of the biggest thunderstorms in the universe immediately after picking it up so we got soaked. But I still love it!
It’s got hub gears, so the chain doesn’t bounce. And you can change gears while your standing still without that horrible crunchy thing you get with other bikes.
And it’s got a twist grip shifter to keep it all nice and neat.
And if you look at the frame you can see it’s history, just a bit. It’s got classic old school lugs and you can see the vintage pump holder along the top tube. Which I like.
Sophie got a very different, but equally awesome bike too…
Bikes are cool.
London of the Future
A sight that’s about to get much more common…
Back From Holiday!
Had a lovely holiday. Nice quiet island in Greece. Sleeping lots. Just taking it very easy. Lovely.
Photo below is from a lovely little restaurant in a nearby village. The slightly bonkers chef was parading round this creation proclaiming: “Today’s penguin is tomorrow’s moussaka”. Sums up climate change much better than most, although I don’t think he meant to.
BusyPost
I’m really rather busy right now, so finding time to post is tricky. Plus they’ve taken away the wi-fi on my morning train which is a right old bugger. But I did see 2 things on lamp posts that pricked my interest today:
I’ve got no idea why this interested me. Perhaps because it’s something that conjours up a kind of image of a living hell…
But this I simply love! I like a lot of the things that the Karmarama guys do, but this I liked especially. As an occasional cyclist who doesn’t jump red lights I think this is something that needs to be said. And who would jump the lights after seeing this:
The campaign launched today and they say:
Next time you stop at a red light look out for the latest Karmarama poster campaign: “Every time you jump a red light, god kills a kittenâ€. It’s addressed to all those rogue cyclists giving us proper cyclists a bad name and giving laughing Ken Livingstone an excuse to enforce license plates for bikes and fines for leaving the house.
And of course they know that all you have to do online is mention kittens and you hit the 100x conversation multiplier.
My Thought for the Day
I saw this yesterday morning on a lamppost. And it’s stuck with me for nearly 2 days. I can’t decide if it’s true or not. It’s eating me up inside…
Miami Nice 2
Here’s a couple more things I liked in Miami.
I’m guessing it’s the only place in the world the police could have a logo like that on a dual pastel coloured wall.
They have beach volleyball nets up the whole time. And they don’t get nicked or vandalised. I was impressed by that. I shouldn’t have to be impressed by that. But I am.
You can get all the great British products. Mushy peas, lemon curd, Bisto and HP Curry Sauce (sorry about the bad quality of the photo).
Miami Nice
Sorry for lack of blogging. I’m in Miami.
I’m at the Clios Advertising Festival thingy. I’ll write some stuff about my impresions of what people have talked about and generally what’s going on when I’ve had a chance to digest and ponder. But in the meantime here’s some things that I’ve found interesting about Miami.
They have cool bikes, lots of big cruisers here:
Sometimes bikes have chickens on them:
There are R2D2 postboxes, which I’ve never seen before:
Starbucks really does sell music in the US now, bigtime:
And their touchscreen interface is pretty good:
You’re not allowed guns in the hotel.
It seems to be generally OK just to lie down wherever you like.
As I said I’ll post some real stuff again soon. But it is hard to sit down and think about doing a blog when the weather is nice. I’ve suddenly found a new respect for people who write blogs and come from places with nice weather…
I’ve been TaxiBlogged!
My thing about YogaLadder has been lifted by the London Taxi News: There’s a YogaLadder in My Taxi | London Taxi News
I feel special.
As I’m now on the TaxiWeb here’s something else taxi related. I saw this parked near Old St yesterday:
It’s a London Cab painted with pole dancers. I thought to myself. That can’t be right, I’m sure the Taxi drivers code wouldn’t allow you to advertise like that. Especially with a ‘drive to you smutville for free’ promotion. Then I realised it didn’t have the light on the top. So it’s not a real cab, it’s just a smut-cruiser. What a horrible thing.
Aaaaaaargh. I’m Falling.
Only a French artist could say something like this: “When the social elevator is broken you have to know how to bounce. Between the take off and the fall, the man parachuted in the city learns to control his trajectory.”