Daily archives: September 17, 2010

Drivers don’t think

Okay, the full title of the post I’m linking to is Drivers don’t think cyclists should be on the road, says DfT report, but observation shows my version is valid as well. I’ve not yet read the full report linked to in the post, but many of the points are laid out by Bikehub anyway. Drivers need to learn to share the road. Even if they don’t get out of their car and experience the freedom of riding, they could experience a health benefit if they’d just learn to stop being stressed about not making it to the next red lights a whole, ineffectual, ten seconds earlier.


Excelsior, originally uploaded by spinneyhead.

I went back to Dale Street to see how the set dressing for Captain America was going and found lots of signs and some of the shop fronts filled with goods, if not yet glazed. Excelsior cigars refers, I think, to Stan Lee’s old editorial sign off. No doubt many of the other stores are in jokes as well. I shall upload more pictures as soon as possible.

Update More Captain America pictures, originally sent as three individual posts, now incorporated into this one.

More Captain America set pictures, originally uploaded by spinneyhead.

More Captain America set pictures, originally uploaded by spinneyhead.

More Captain America set pictures, originally uploaded by spinneyhead.

Update update The Excelsior image has been picked up by Bleeding Cool, which is to be expected, because I sent them a message about it. But they seem to have forgotten the point of the Creative Commons licence it’s on Flickr under and failed to credit it, rather saying it’s from an “anonymous Little Bleeder” and sticking their own logo on it. If their commenting system ever stops being a pain in the arse I shall be complaining to them.

Tiger- Part twenty-one

Jed answered his mobile phone. “Hello there hero.”

“All cleared up at your end then?” Irwin asked.

“Two kidnappers cable tied and sedated and ready for a discreet journey back to Blighty.”

“And all with an hour and a half to spare.”

“Is that all? You’re getting slow. Retirement’s making you rusty.”

“Your Jedi mind tricks don’t work on me.”

“I’m sure they don’t. Next time I need some help in your neck of the woods…”

“You’ll call someone else.”

“Stay safe old boy.”

“You too.”

Irwin put the work phone away. Police vans had arrived to take away the kidnappers, and a car was waiting to whisk Karen and Simon Edwards home. Kay had worked her way out of the crowd and walked over. “Are we going to get a visit from secret intelligence thugs to magic those guys away?”

“Probably. They could be a mine of intel.”

“We could do with something to show for all of this.”

“You have a car thief. They’ll probably let you keep him.” Kay made a dismissive noise. “And the people smugglers you found.”

“Crumbs. But I guess they’ll look good on someone’s spreadsheet.”

Irwin was studying the moped. He realised he still had the helmet on. “I don’t seem to have damaged this. Let’s get it back to Bootle Street and give it back to Gloria.”

“You do it.” Kay handed him her helmet. “You’re far too dangerous. I think I’d rather walk.”