Archive for the ‘collisions’ Category

To mute or not to mute? B flat is the question!

Friday, December 25th, 2009

That Snowy Christmas on Greeba

Sunday, December 20th, 2009

Looking north from the top of Slieau Ruy.

slieau ruy in snow reduced

Irish Telephone Exchange Areas

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

Claremorris
Clonmel
Cork
Dingle
Donegal
Drogheda
Dublin Central
Dublin North
Dublin South
Dundalk
Dungloe
Ennis
Ennistymon
Galway
Killarney
Killenaule
Killorglin
Kilmacthomas
Kilrush
Letterkenny
Limerick
Manorhamilton
Mhuine Beag
Mullingar
New Ross
Portumna
Rathmore
Roscommon
Sligo
Thurles
Tipperary
Tralee
Tyrellspass
Waterford
Westport

A Tour on the Liverpool Duck around the Albert Dock Basin

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

Liverpool Duck splashdown at the Albert Dock

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Fun tour of Liverpool on a World War Two Amphibious Landing Craft (Duck).

The big wheel at Liverpool One

Monday, December 14th, 2009

One complete revolution of the Big Wheel at Liverpool One ( at about £2 per person per revolution including loading) in the run up to Christmas 2009.

Train arriving at Bromborough Station on the Wirral Line

Monday, December 14th, 2009

For trainspotters and afficionados of “real” art everywhere.

Salvation

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

A journey in time

Friday, December 11th, 2009

Lime Street
Liverpool Central
James Street
Hamilton Square
Birkenhead Central
Do not alight here!
Green Lane
Rock Ferry
Bebington
Port Sunlight
Spital
Bromborough Rake
Bromborough

coconut shy

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

westgatecrowd

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

dodgems

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

Guest Beers at the Victoria 4th December 2009

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

Golden Newt 4.1% £2.95
Batemans Rosey Nosey 4.9% £2.95
Titanic Iceberg 4.1% £2.95
Phoenix Snowbound 4.3% £2.95
Monkey Town Mild 3.9% £2.85

High-Coo

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

gannet

Gannets and fulmars over
St Kilda. Pigeons on
Nelson’s Column.

A nomad I

Saturday, November 14th, 2009

A nomad I, wandering these flat, people-scorched streets of sunless stone. Infinitely deep puddles crater the roads, obstructing my senses, confusing an endless search which already, unsignposted, makes no sense. Tall buildings obscure the vision and without a map make impossible a plan.

I pass brightly lit front rooms with televisions flickering through uncurtained windows, the occasional canned roar of a compliant audience sometimes audible. Not stopping in case I’m seen looking I move on and leave them to their entertainments.

Further on I come to the pub. It too is brightly lit and I can see faces leaning forwards at the bar. A log fire dances in the grate and some drinkers sit at tables either side of the hearth, warmed inside and out. More occasional laughter.

It is a Sunday and I walk by a church. Dim lighting shines through the multicoloured stained glass above. The door is open and another column of light illuminates the entrance. One of the faithful scurries past, enters and is consumed.

Arriving home at last with cold hands I fumble with my keys at the lock and open the front door. The house is dark but I switch on a light and then prod the heating. I make a cup of tea, sit in my chair and think.