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8:22am on Saturday, 13th June, 2026:
Miscellaneous
Here's Mickey Duck and Donald Mouse.
I've always wanted to do that, and finally got around to doing it.
8:59am on Friday, 12th June, 2026:
Weird
The walls of Buickingham Palace have lengths of rope in them.
From what I can gather, they're called "weep wicks", and are used to draw moisture out from the wall to stop it from suffering damage. They also deter insects somehow.
Personally, I think they were there when the wall was constructed and the builders had to build around them.
8:32am on Thursday, 11th June, 2026:
Weird
I saw this in Poznan last year.
I wouldn't have thought that four strips of blue tape would have kept him penned-in, but he was still there the next day.
8:22am on Wednesday, 10th June, 2026:
Weird
I don't know whom this is a statue of, but he'd be great at Basketball.
8:12am on Tuesday, 9th June, 2026:
Weird
This lion on the Bishop of Hereford's stole looks as if he doesn't want to be there.
8:21am on Monday, 8th June, 2026:
Weird
I saw this old ambulance when we visited Bletchley Park last month:
I'm not in the habit of photographing old ambulances, but I did like the actual bell it has at the front to instruct people to get out of the way.
8:47am on Sunday, 7th June, 2026:
Weird
The name of this street in Villefranch-sur-Mer is Rue Obscure in French and Carriera Scura in Niçard. It translates into English as "Dark Street".
They shouldn't be allowed to put lights up in it, then.
8:46am on Saturday, 6th June, 2026:
Weird
I haven't bought Football Manager 2026 because it hasn't been patched enough to work yet. There never was a Football Manager 2025, because they didn't have enough time to put in all the bugs. I've therefore still been playing Football Manager 2024.
I don't use real players in my games, I use computer-generated ones. This adds a bit of variety, and stops me from ranting when the game doesn't think that real players are as good as I think they are. It doesn't just generate players, though, it generates the backroom staff, too. Here's one of the ones it came up with:
There was a character in the Just William books I read as a child whose name was Jamieson Jamieson (or something similar). I always thought this was amusing.
It's nice to discover that I find Craig Craig equally amusing.
8:08am on Friday, 5th June, 2026:
Weird
Seen in Hereford Cathedral:
"Can I interest you in a headless dog?"
8:15am on Thursday, 4th June, 2026:
Anecdote
It seems I purchased some more antique playing cards off eBay.
These were for cheap, because it's a two-pack set and one of the packs is missing the 8 of Hearts. I didn't care, because the other one wasn't.
The seller made some grandiose claims about it. "This is a rare antique German playing card set of two packs. 1895-1896. Made by Schnieder and Co.. This pattern was designed exclusively for the imperial court in Berlin. Made in Altenberg. Issued for the last German emperor, Wilhelmina II. The stamp on the ace is deutsches reich and stressa 90 indicating vintage origin."
The stamp on the ace was used from 1923-1929; there's no tax value indicated because this was a period of crazily high inflation. Wilhelm II (not Wilhemina) abdicated in 1918 and fled to the Netherlands.
The 7 of Hearts helpfully informs me "Vereinigte Stralsunder Spielkarten Fabrik Act Ges. Abteilung Altenburg. Vorm Schneider & Co. in Altenburg, S-A". In English, that would be "United Stralsund Playing Card Factory, Inc. Altenburg Department, formerly Schneider & Co. in Altenburg, Saxony-Anhalt". Schneider was a department of VSS AG from 1892-1931, and this is their standard pattern (used from 1892-1931), it's not exclusive to the German Court.
Other than that, the description was correct.
I didn't buy them for the history, though. I bought them because they were pretty.
8:26am on Wednesday, 3rd June, 2026:
Anecdote
Several months ago, my wife booked tickets to an exhibition at a Buckingham Palace outbuilding showing clothes worn by the late queen. The date she selected for our expedition was yesterday, Tuesday. Naturally, that was the same date that was later chosen by the RMT for a tube strike.
As for why the tube drivers went on strike, well from what I can gather it seems that they were given the option of voluntarily doing the same number of hours of work per week, but over four days instead of five. They liked the idea of the four days, but their preference was to work the same number of hours that they would normally work over four days, yet be paid the same as for five days. They went on strike to demand this. The fact that the proposed arrangement was entirely voluntary was irrelevant. The spirit of the 1970s lives on.
Anyway, because of this, our usual route to Buckingham Palace was unavailable. Fortunately, the Lizzie Line and Jubilee Line were both still open, so we took the former to Bond Street and the latter from there to Green Park, which is but a short walk from the palace. I'm not a fan of the Lizzie Line, because you always have to traipse a long distance at the stations. Still, it was better than yomping from Liverpool Street to the palace on foot. I doubt we'd have found a free taxi during a tube strike.
The exhibition itself was of only marginal interest to me, because why would I be interested in the late queen's clothes? My wife liked it, though.
That said, I did used to think that HM wore some truly dreadful hats during her reign, and so was delighted to find a wall full of them. Here are a few of the horrors she was obliged to sport.
There were some other ghastly ones elsewhere in the exhibition. Maybe I'll post about those another day.
I carried an umbrella with me the whole time and it didn't rain until we were back home. Of course, there would have been a perpetual downpour if I hadn't brought it along. That's how it works.
The day was only spoilt by a lad on the train who shouted into his phone rather than spoke into it, and did so for the entire 30 minutes it took to reach Chelmsford (where, praise the heavens, he disembarked). At least 10% of his side of the dialogue was the word "fucking". A nice drop in phone signal coverage would have been a release, but he was shouting so loud that the person he was calling, Lola, could probably have heard him anyway.
It did rain when we got home, so heavily that when I went round to the back of the car with the garage door still open, the splashes got me even though I was under cover.
8:44am on Tuesday, 2nd June, 2026:
Anecdote
On the way back from the wedding last week, we diverted via Hereford to have a look around the cathedral. It's there that the largest intact mappa mundi on vellum is kept (presumably there are larger ones that are either not intact or not on vellum).
Here's the section with the British Isles on it, alongside the English translation.
You can see Colchester there. We must have been a big player on the world stage at some point, then.
The cathedral also has a chained library.
I guess this meant that if you wanted to steal a book, you had to do so a page at a time.
Both the chained library and the mappa mundi were smaller than I thought they'd be, but they were impressive.
The £7.50 entrance fee to see them both was larger than I thought it would be, and was unimpressive.
Oh, and in other news, someone has been sending out emails in my name to people on my contacts list. They're easy to spot as not coming from me, but be alert in case they get better.
8:17am on Monday, 1st June, 2026:
Weird
8:38am on Sunday, 31st May, 2026:
Anecdote
Here's what the roads looked like in the area we were staying for the wedding last week:
Those tall hedges are ubiquitous. They stop you from pulling over, so if there's anything coming the other way, you're stuffed. Also, you don't get to see any of the beautiful scenery.
I expect they're handy in winter as they'll protect the roads from snow, assuming they have some foliage on them.
On the way back, we went via Hereford so we could see the cathedral. We might not have done so had we known we'd have been on roads like this for fifteen miles.
8:41am on Saturday, 30th May, 2026:
Weird
The place we stayed at in Herefordshire for the wedding earlier this week was called "The Shed".
We were led there from the driveways by the property owner, which is fortunate because this sign on the adjacent building came into view first:
There was no smell coming from it. Perhaps they use it to store political pamphlets or AI-generated texts.
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