The Co-Op in Manchester is well know for covering a large office block of theirs in solar panels. This photo shows a slightly smaller building of theirs which has a wind farm on top of the roof.
(This is really just a gratuitous post to get the hang of Wordpress editing, but the snap caught my eye).
I’m not normally a fan of “More” postings, but I’m going to use one here- because I can.
I have an announcement to make. This is the last post at Shades of Grey here at Blogger.com.
What? I hear you cry, has the old fool thrown in the blogging towel?
Not at all. As one door closes, another opens. I’d like to introduce the new, improved, Shades of Grey hosted at its own domain using Wordpress.
I’m still getting the hang of it in my new home but I’ve managed to import the old Shades and Morleygate posts more-or-less complete. (What we IT people describe as a Partial Success).
Thank you for reading. Please update your hyper linky thingys to http://iangrey.org for your further enjoyment.
Ozzie Scot Colin Cambell says they are going to race Camels down under. He also comments that the impact of horse flu is still being felt.
As well as exporting an Arabian Derby there, how about importing an Australian Derby here? You could race Wallabys, the prizes could be soft cuddly Koala toys and the stall holders could all dress like Crocodile Dundee and wear Bush hats with corks on strings.
We’re racing on the Australian Derby, it’s here so play it now. Roll the balls to get the scores, Ride the winner the prize is yours, We’re racing on the Australian Derby, it’s here so play it now.
In the meantime, more snaps of the Blackpool version:
The house is strangely quiet. Karen and David have gone off to Chessington World of Adventures, (which is in halloween season) with an overnight stay tonight and tomorrow. I was tempted to join them, but I really need to get my teeth into the Accounts for the Mercia Cinema Society which close on the 31st and need to be audited by the 1st of December.
So, thirty six hours to do whatever I want. I can leave dirty dishes in the sink,eat Spam Fritters, wander round in my underpants, play the music I want suitably loud. No-one to complain, except the Guinea Pig (& maybe the neighbours for a couple of these activities). I’ve failed miserably on the first one, I’ve had the Spam Fritters now.
I was going to link in to Gilbert O’Sullivan singing “Alone again, naturally”, then I remembered that I have done that before, HERE.
Instead- here is a tenuous link. I have a Halloween Album from Andrew Gold (available on Amazon) who also performed with Graham Gouldman as Wax.
I went into the tyre slashing garage again today, as I pulled up a large angry beeping noise started. After a short while, the cashier pressed a button- and the traffic lights next to all of the stinger systems went off. It must have off days…
“Visitors, you have seen everything. We thank you. Now happily piss off”.
The Duchess originally wanted it to say “Now happily fuck off” (well, this is implied in the book as in “even stronger language”) but she was talked out of it.
She got an eminent Latin teacher to translate (who wished to remain nameless and ergo blameless).