High coefficient of unchallenged piffle in the Telegraph this morning; anyone would think something had gone to their heads.
In a curiously repetitious article about the government’s plan to allow energy companies to gather detailed usage information for marketing purposes, and to disconnect delinquent customers by remote control, a Mr. Bentley, said to be the MD [...]
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Rewriting history
Posted in industrial archaeology, tagged British Gas on 11 May, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Get a big top hat if you want to get ahead
Posted in industrial archaeology, tagged Victorians on 4 May, 2009 | 13 Comments »
Nick M, at Counting Cats in Zanzibar, deplores manky pesudo-Green technology such as expensive, unsatisfactory and, to the professionally frightened, hazardous CF light bulbs.
My own preference (having been forcibly deprived of my natural style in such things) is for LEDs. In my occasional lucid moments I am supposed to be designing a lighting rig for [...]
Nitpicking Roltist pedant
Posted in industrial archaeology, tagged Brunel on 17 April, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As a Brunel cultist of distant French descent I feel that I must take issue with one element of the otherwise uncontroversial historical article by Peter Davis, at the Libertarian Alliance. In a most welcome piece celebratory of everything British (with certain noteworthy exceptions, apparently both called Gordon), he says:
Then we had Great minds like [...]
The X apparatus
Posted in industrial archaeology, tagged German secret weapons on 6 April, 2009 | 8 Comments »
Obliged to Counting Cats in Zanzibar for the complete comprinterputout of the EMACS (or Emacs? What does it mean? Did it ever mean anything?) spook-baiting vocabulary.
Much of it is beyond me but I do notice the curious presence of the word ‘quiche’, which I had innocently supposed to be free of any security implications, and [...]
RIP Pip
Posted in industrial archaeology, tagged pit-ponies on 18 February, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It is reported by the Telegraph that the last working pit-pony in Britain has died, at the age of 35, at the Beamish Open Air Museum where he had lived for the last 23 years.
35 is a fair age for a horse.
I am a shockingly bad horseman, never really having trusted the beasts since [...]
