
It was on the pavement by woolwich Common.
After I took the photograph I moved it into the foliage where it wouldn;t end up getting squashed or picked off by a bird.
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You can see two permanent residents in our car here - the cat S bought at Chinese New Year's and the Winnie the Pooh that I got free with soem stuff once - about 16 years ago.
after the Shepherd Neame lorry passed me all I could think of was the nice chilled beer I could have once I got home. I didn;t realise at this point I had another two hours before I managed this.
When I try to work on my laptop - he does this:
So I take the piss out of him sometimes - here I am honouring him by photographing him with the certificate he won at a cat show once:
There was John Cale special on 6Music this morning. I've got a little bit by him, but I realise I need to get more.
I'm no longer the only cyclist in the depot. I saw some other bugger had his bike locked up in the yard the other day.
I finally gave in to the nagging and saw a doctor the other day. I'm completely healthy apparently. So if I feel shit all the time, it's my own bloody fault.
I stopped to take a photo of the long-abandoned and derelict Eltham Coronet. A friend from my Thames Poly days used to go see films here back in the '80s and S. was in here quite a lot too, years before we actually met for the first time, watching late night horror film screenings.
It's a damned shame that no-one can find a use for it now though. Even more of a pity that it can't be reopened as a cinema - it'd be ideal for people in my area who can't be arsed traipsing all the way into the West End to see a film, plus local cinemas always showed stuff that the big central cinemas just can't afford to show - old sci fi and horror classics.
Though looking at what happened to the Woolwich Coronet, I guess there are fates worse than death for old cinemas.
The Woolwich Coronet is now some dodgy American Evangalist church. I used to see bands, and cheap Wednesday matinee performances of the latest Hollwywood releases there.
And of course - the inevitable Woolwich Ferry pictures; I can't resist.