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Although the wind has lessened, it is still not conducive to clearing up. In addition to the breakages,
this is what windburn can do, for example to the leaves and blooms of a begonia.
We did water all the containers and dead head many roses. Perhaps we will be able to do repair work tomorrow.
This morning I scanned the last few of the 1984 London Transport Photographic Competition colour negatives.
I hope this young woman was not so engrossed in her magazine as to miss her train. Much research has gone into public signage since the 1960s. I believe the station name Battersea Park is in Gill Sans font, considered to be easiest to read on the move.
Somewhat out of sequence, here are two more shots of the budding footballers kicking cans in Tooting High Street. I wonder if the lad still sports an earring?
Now, back to transport. It would seem to be a good idea, when in a bus station, such as Victoria, to ask a bus driver for directions. This isn’t necessarily so. I enjoyed speculating about the conversation that ensued when two young women did just that. Perhaps you would like to join me, and suggest suitable captions to this sequence.
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This flower stall is long gone from the station precinct. Having paused for his photograph,
the young male customer may well have said to the stall-holder: ‘Smile, you are on camera’. Or………?
Is this weary looking traveller attempting to glean information from the bus inspector seeking the relevant information from his breast pocket? What do you think?
This evening we dined on succulent chicken Kiev, creamy mashed potatoes, new potatoes, cabbage, cauliflower, carrots and green beans; followed by strawberry tart and cream. Neither of us imbibed.
Such interesting photos, Derrick.
I hope your garden returns to its glory soon.
Thank you, Cynthia. It will.
I agree with Cynthia. Such interesting photography of slices of life to look back and ponder upon. Good luck with the repairs for the garden. I am not sure I ever heard about windburn before. We always learn a lot from your posts 🙂
Many thanks, Geetha. The wind seems to have stopped this evening.
Good news. The head gardener must be beside herself with joy at the idea of being able to put things back in place 🙂
Dude, we need chocolate.
How about Choconut? They have cronuts that are almost the size and density of a human head.
Do they have chocolate cream pie?
No, but they have delicious hot chocolate that’s topped with fresh whipped cream and sprinkles.
Can you give us directions before we faint from lack of chocolate?
Follow the direction of my finger.
That’s funny.
There’s nothing funny about a chocolate attack. Those who suffer from them can be very irritable and unpredictable. I shudder to think what would’ve happened if there hadn’t been a Choconut close by… 😀
Excellent
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Good try, Johnna. No balls. Thank you.
I don’t see balls everywhere. I swear. 😀
I dunno: this man used to run Social Services!!
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Clever!
It is, isn’t it, Gwen
PHOTO 1 – Hey pretty girls. I am hiding my Hitler mustache so you won’t be afraid to talk to me.
PHOTO 2 – Just kidding – Look! I don’t even have mustache!
PHOTO 3 – I can sing like Pavarotti, though. LAAAAAA
PHOTO 4 – Thank you, thank you.
PHOTO 5 – But sir, we were just looking for the bus stop.
PHOTO 6 – Oh, it’s up there. I’ll be there in a few minutes. See you then.
Excellent Jodie. Thank you.
No one enjoys my humor as I do, Derrick. In life as well as in writing. I think I am a riot. : )
I’m sure you are, Jodie
Lol – you, sir, are a riot.
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It is so sad to hear about the damage to the garden we watched to grow. We need to put your property under a dome. (oops, maybe that’s a bit too much Stephen King- like, eh?)
Many thanks, GP. It will recover
What a shame about the wind. We too had wind–a haboob last night. That is a major dust storm (if you don’t know) that blankets the city. Our yard was spared from the worst of the damage, but the air inside the house even tasted like dirt! Dinner sounds delicious!!!
So ours is pretty mild. Thank you, Luanne
I never knew flowers got windburn!
The photos make me wonder about the people and their stories–and where they are now.
Thanks, Merril. So true about the people
Sorry about your blooms and all…you seem to get a fair amount of stormy weather. I enjoyed your city photos–the young boy playing with the can reminded me of our neighborhood fun with Kick the Can way back when… and the bus driver and the young women–you know there is a whole story there in my head! The flower stall scenes are lovely–we have a few on the streets here. A good post.
Many thanks, Cynthia G
All the more reason to appreciate those perfect blooms that you’d captured in the past. I feel for you but we must be philosophical.
There’s an interesting series of animated images – If you’d taken a video we might try to lip read for caption but I’m on sick leave and the creative juices have run dry. 🙁
Sorry you are not well, Mary. And hope yo improve soon – as will the garden. Thank you
Thank you, Derrick.
Sorry about the garden, Derrick. On a brighter note, I loved the street shots.
Thanks very much, Jill
That final shot reminded me of On the Buses. The British television that ended up being broadcast in Canada and America ( on PBS and TVO) created quite an interesting media construction of British society. 🙂
A great series, Joseph. Thank you
In the last photo the traveller seems to be behind the bus inspector and still walking forward. I imagine if the traveller had made a verbal query and had received a reply, he would be closer to the camera? What do you think? I suppose there are 2 ways of looking at the photo i.e. the bus inspector had moved a few steps closer to the camera and then decided to put away whatever he had taken out of his inner pocket.
Of course, the inspector and traveller could be merely strangers on the street and have no connection at all 🙂
Just as…..at the scene of a crime, 20 witnesses might give 20 completely different descriptions of what happened and what the perpetrator looked like.
I agree they may not be engaging, though the inspector looks as if he’s speaking, and in 1984, he wouldn’t have been using Bluetooth! (Or being “cared for in the community”, and being allowed to wear his fake London Buses uniform).
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Quite right, Vicki. I just wanted to get people involved – so thank you for becoming so
The typeface isn’t Gill Sans: more like Helvetica. A version similar to Gill Sans, created by ?Robert ?Johnson, who worked with [Eric] Gill (possibly in Ditchling, Sussex, but maybe nearer London at that stage), was commissioned, or at least debuted, on London Underground in about 1916. Not sure which face came first, but they’re clearly from the same stock.
Caption of the 1st photo: “Hey, girls! Don’t look now, but there’s a fuzzy, ghostly bloke right behind you”.
At which point I run out of inspiration.
I knew what a haboob was I read my Biggles books as a kid, you see [they were littered with native words, to give them a quasi-authenticity. Did you ever notice how, whenever characters in fiction engage with someone foreign to them, the foreigner speak the “hero”‘s language really well, all except for the simple words like “Yes”, “No”, and various insults and stuff. These were the bits of a foreign language we used to learn FIRST, when I was at school. Strange, huh? 🙂 ]
Many thanks, Paul; especially for the clarification; and even the wit 🙂
Oh, and Jodie: I’m about the only one who enjoys MY humour, too (but THAT’s never inhibited me).
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I am my biggest fan.
You kindly confirmed for me the other day where Victoria station is, so I’m guessing the driver said something like, “Yeah, Liz is down that way. Big house on the left. Can’t miss it.”
Very good, Bun. Thanks
I loved the menu for dinner chicken Kiev, creamy mashed potatoes, new potatoes, cabbage, cauliflower, carrots and green beans; followed by strawberry tart and cream. Again… must I say.. flawless pictures speaking for themselves… Loved it
Many thanks, Zigyas
Your welcome always dear Derrick..
He looks like a right old Blakey “ain’t got time for this, come on get that bus aut!”
He sure does. Thanks, Sol
Glad to hear the garden will mend!
“Neither of us imbibed.” I hope you still enjoyed your evening 🙂
We did. Thanks, Rose
With a dinner like that, who needs to imbibe? 😉 Hope the gardens perk up after that dratted wind storm. Lovely street pictures of the comings and goings of people.
Many thanks, Laurie
No time now to think of captions, but I think it’s a really great idea! At one point the man looks a bit angry (to me) so I was trying to think of a story, but then, I realized I’d better get to work!
Of course, Weekly. That was really for people who have all day at their disposal. Thank you.
Sorry to read about the wind storm Derrick and damage done – knowing you both, it will be in good order before too long. Love the photos of the flower stall, so classic and the weary traveler.
Many thanks, Mary. We are getting there
I liked the sequence of the bus driver photographs but the one where the young women’s hair and profiles showed was my favorite of the set.
I liked the flower stall proprietor and the handsome customer, they seem like out of a movie scene. Reminds me of the earlier era song s, “Georgie Girl” or “Hey, Jude.”
Many thanks, Robin. They do evoke that time don’t they?
So sad about the damaged begonias and roses.
Love your 1980s photographs. It wasn’t the happiest decade in my life, but probably the busiest 🙂
Thanks very much, Inese