Author: Lou

Arriving at Biggleswade train station on Weds evening felt like Benjamin arriving at Spent/Royston Vasey. All other train passengers had got off along the route at civilised places like Stevenage. There were gradually fewer and fewer people …or lights… or anything at all. I was on my way to a residential course at Old Warden… Continue reading You’re not local are you?

A lack of electicity can cause severe illness, you know. London was in absolute mayhem last night when all trains and tubes stopped running due to a power cut. I was on a tube in Green Park station after work, when the underground was evacuated due to an emergency. Well, I say ’emergency’ (to quote… Continue reading London lights

After visiting a new digital photo booth to get some passport photos taken (yes, that’s a digital photo booth) I was the person who, on retrieving the photo strip, wafted it around and blew on it to dr… doh!

After having an excellent time getting to grips with Keith’s (steady!) digital camera last week, I had an equally fun weekend messing around in Photoshop (courtesy of the Big Man of course). Link to the following web-log entries (now with pics): Fun packed, sun packed, my Sun-Pat Spamleys‘Planes, trains and flying automobilesTime to go home

Asking if she could extend her stay in London was a good indicator that Spannah ;O) had enjoyed her holiday. I was informed that she can’t return to Auntie Lou’s next week due to a week of booked swimming lessons, but “will be back the week after next”. It took most of the morning to… Continue reading Time to go home