Autumn Leaves
When our contractors started work on site, there was a lot
of concern from parents about traffic and congestion on the paths at 8.50 and
3.30, because the site compound was taking away one path, and the canalside
path has parallel cycling and walking sections. So, the contractors bought
warning signs for cyclists and put them up, and undertook to make sure that the
cycle path was clear of rubbish, so that cyclists could always use its full
width and didn’t have to stray onto the pedestrian section. This has worked
very well. They have kept the cycle path absolutely clean where it runs
alongside the site compound. Westminster Parks Department on the other hand have
not done the same. A couple of council workmen were beginning to clear the
piles of autumn leaves last week, and I heard one complain that the leaves were
very heavy. Well, that’s the consequence of leaving them for four or five
months to absorb large quantities of rain and snow. In my garden I can claim
that they will rot down and put valuable organic matter into the soil (I know,
it doesn’t actually happen that quickly) but that benefit is not available on a
tarmac path. I expect that it was cost-cutting that meant that the autumn leaves
were left until the spring, but the drawback with that is that the gang
clearing them last week didn’t finish the job (presumably because it was hard
work). So there are still sections where cyclists have to come wide. The other
problem that drives cyclists onto the pedestrian path, brambles and other
branches growing through the fence from the towpath, is rarely addressed
either.
An Odd Vehicle
Seen parked on the pavement outside the West London Buddhist
Centre’s palatial premises in Porchester
Road: a mobility scooter, with a pretend
registration plate bearing the letters “VEGAN”. I expect they extrapolate their
faith in veganism from Buddhism, because that is quite a common (western) connection
to make. I would have supposed that the Buddha’s way of moderation implied
something a bit different, but that’s only an observation.
I remember when we took a group of Helen’s sixth-formers to Nepal (eighteen
years ago) and were to stay in a Tibetan refugee school, we assiduously warned
the girls to expect the food to be vegetarian, since our hosts were Tibetan
Buddhists. In fact (rather unattractive) meat featured regularly in the diet.
The fact is that people living in harsh conditions tend to eat what is
available and safe. Later on during that trip we stayed at a hotel in the Terai,
and I didn’t go out with the group one afternoon, and so I was the only one
there to see the kitchen staff dragging our dinner round to the back of the
building to butcher it. I thought it best not to tell the girls.
Not So Angry
Angry Woman with Dog appeared at church on Sunday (obviously
after Mass had finished) but she was cleaner than usual, and didn’t have the
dog in tow. Nor was she angry. She was still looking for money, but was in a
better state. Apparently her housing providers have moved her out into a flat
in Tower Hamlets, but this is seemingly only temporary while they do the
repairs necessary to her flat here. She had photos of a flat that I wouldn’t
have believed was hers, and seemed proud of it. In truth, it would be better
for her to move out of this area permanently, as she has so many feuds locally
that having her as a neighbour will never be enjoyable, and people will always
be trying to sell her drugs. She also seems to be engaging with some of the
support agencies, which I have never known her do before. That is all good
news. She apparently still has the dog, as there were photos, and she is still
besotted with it. She says she wants me to write a letter to say she shouldn’t
come back here, as apparently her excellent GP is doing; I would be delighted
to do so.
Oy! No, Under Armour!
Is there a nastier home kit in the Premier League than Southampton’s this season? Seeing it in close-up in the
post-match interview last Saturday I was struck by how misguided it all is.
They traditionally wear stripes; red with a broad white panel is not the same,
and this panel is much too broad. The shirt is effectively white in front, and
red at the back and sides (I don’t like the current fad for striped shirts to
have solid-colour backs, so West Brom appear to be in navy blue shirts when
seen from behind; it’s not the only way to make numbers stand out, and is
visually confusing). But it’s not just that white shirtfront, it’s the collar,
or rather the neckline, because there is no collar. The white panel ends in a
V-neck, which “reveals” a red section, as though of an undershirt, but the
white panel doesn’t go all the way to the shoulders, but stops at collar-bone
level, so there are red “epaulettes” connecting sleeves and sides; that red
section is then edged with a white “collar”, which of course abuts the red “undershirt”.
It takes a long time to describe because it is very fussy, a series of
misguided solutions to design issues that should never have arisen. I admit the
shirt manufacturer’s logo stands out nicely, though; perhaps that is the point.
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