Archives for June 2007
Twenty20 International
Next time I book tickets, I’m going to make sure it’s somewhere from which I can see the screen without pulling my back and spilling beer.
Storm brewing
The weather this week has been simply atrocious. Soon after I took this, things got very, very wet.
Bina
Walking to the shop this evening I was astonised to see that the Slough car park-esque Bina Banqueting Hall was actually in use. Its green neon lights brought colour to an otherwise sodium-bleached Tooting night.
We have three Costcutters in Tooting Bec, you know. That’s probably some kind of record
How the other half lives
To The Hurlingham Club for a client’s Summer Event. I never knew this oasis existed, despite driving past its walls hundreds of times when commuting between London and Reading. A quick browse of the website proves it’s not for the like of you, me or your boss.
The house and lawns are immaculate, with some of the older members dodging the frequent rainshowers to complete a particularly viscious game of croquet.
Prabaskaran Kannan
From the BBC website:
“Five people have appeared in court charged with murder after a man was stabbed to death outside a takeaway.
Prabaskaran Kannan, 28, was attacked near the Chicken Cottage restaurant in Upper Tooting Road, Tooting, south-west London, early on Friday.”
The murder took occurred on 15th June 2007, the second killing in or outside the Chicken Cottage fast food restaurant in a couple of years (it’s in the background of this picture). Dozens of these posters have been pasted up and down Upper Tooting Road.
A disheartening event, and uncomfortably close to home.
At The Oval
I’ve finally got around to using my Surrey Cricket Club membership to watch the first Twenty20 game of the season, against Middlesex. The view from the top of the OCS Stand, not normally open to punters, is magnificent – as good as watching on Sky, which I suppose is a compliment.
Not for me
There’s a bar scheduled to open around the corner from home, but this picture is rather off-putting. Anywhere that welcomes men with jumpers tied around their necks is not a place I’d find comfortable.
Elsewhere, if only
My first ‘proper’ job was on a sewage works in South East London. As an unwanted graduate trainee I was sent off to visit other sites around the M25 which generally turned into a shopping expedition or a trip to the cinema. It may sound idyllic, but it was awful. Not happy times.
These days I’m often working at home with a full workload to complete. I’m wanted. But I’d rather be on the beach.
Prison: it’s not normal
There’s a lot of talk at the moment about prison overcrowding and the consequent early release of prisoners. This is an area of interest for reasons we may discuss another day (no, I’m not going to jail), but for now just take a look at the data on the right. Can there be a better exposition of how knee-jerk political statements and media scare stories simplify an extremely complex issue? More here.
Via the excellent Magistrate’s Blog.
Not the sort of tan lines anyone desires
Paying the price for not slip slop slapping before starting the London to Brighton cycle ride.
