Monthly archives: March 2011


Daily Blog 03/09/2011

  • Since 1852 the Derringer Pistol has been a favorite conceal carry choice of gun men and law men alike. It was created by famed gunsmith Henry Deringer and instantly became a hit from the years he produced it 1852 – 1868. The Derringer Pistol was such a hit that it produced a host copy cat designs who dubbed theirs the “Derringer” adding another “r” to the name of the pistol (so named off it’s creator Henry Deringer) but basically using the same exact design. So many companies copied the design that the the “double r ” name for this poplar pistol stuck over time. Today the Derringer line of pistols is still being made by a host of companies and the basic design has remained the same with some minor changes in barrel length, chambering ranging from .22 cal all the way up to the big bore Derringers in .38 Special, 9mm and even the .357 Magnum

    tags: pistol derringer

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Daily Blog 03/08/2011

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Daily Blog 03/07/2011

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Blue Angel 2

He studied the blue angel, as if staring at it would make it give up its secrets.

White angels he was familiar with. He’d been documenting them for over a year. The first couple had been on his bike route to work, larger than the stencil art he usually photographed and in white, not a common colour. They were traditional looking angels- wings spread, arms reaching skywards and a halo about their head- somewhat stylised by the restrictions of cutting a pattern from paper. He photographed them, uploaded them and later tagged their locations.

More angels appeared over the following weeks, but he didn’t blog them. Same design, different places, he felt the artist was becoming lazy. Until he made a connection. At least two of the angels marked the sites of murders- the kid who was gunned down in the park because of mistaken identity and the boy shot in a chippy several years ago. A little research confirmed that other angels commemorated other deaths.

Each angel signified a life cut short. Usually murders, most since the bad days of Gunchester, though a couple dated back to grisly 19th and early 20th century events and a few marked accidents and fires. When the “Angels of remembrance” tag became a series he started getting tips. Text and multimedia messages would arrive, alerting him to angels in areas he normally didn’t visit or avoided, giving him names and dates. They all came from two numbers, whether the senders were a tagging team, one up memorialists or the same person with two phones he didn’t know. Where possible he cycled out to the site and got a photo. Occasionally he had to use the tiny multimedia image.

In time the local papers caught on to the host of stencilled angels. He got mentions as their chronicler. There was even talk of a book. He sent messages to both his contacts about this. Would they come forward, or at least send him their manifesto, did they want any of the money or would they like to name a good cause? The tip offs had kept on coming but there was no response to his questions. He went ahead and signed the deal. It wasn’t a huge advance, but the publicity would knock on as increased traffic for the blog. All good.

He knew a lot about white angels. Blue angels were another matter. There had never been an angel any colour other than white. So why this unnatural colour?

And why right outside his house?


Daily Blog 03/05/2011

  • Dear Mr Desmond,

    You probably don’t know me, but I know you. For the last two years I’ve been a reporter at the Daily Star, and for two years I’ve felt the weight of your ownership rest heavy on the shoulders of everyone, from the editor to the bloke who empties the bins.

    tags: DailyStar journalism

  • Today’s the day, 75 years ago, when the Spitfire took to the skies on its maiden flight. The designer, RJ Mitchell, had already built up experience with high-speed aircraft through his Schneider Trophy seaplane racers, and for the Spitfire, Mitchell sketched a design with unusual elliptical wings that could be armed with no less than eight machine guns. There was a closed cockpit, with oxygen supply for the pilot at high altitude, and a Rolls-Royce Merlin engine that made it faster than any other British aircraft.

    tags: model Spitfire

  • The Tension Table has developed out of my now fully fledged obsession with wine bottle furniture! Only this time I was sure there was a way to build a table that supports itself on only two bottles in compression, with the required tension coming from a network of wire. The aim was to hold the whole structure in tension using one hook and eye strainer, that is visible through the table’s upper glass surface. I was going for an eerie, that-shouldn’t-stay-up feel for this one which was a surprise success of the kitchen shelves – many people were confounded as to how they stood up!

    tags: design furniture

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An architectural wander around my childhood

The old single track road bridge over the Lune

I’m not sure what inspired today’s little journey, but some time over the weekend I decided I should head out to the place my family lived between 1972 and 1976- Halton. Part of it was the memory of crossing a narrow bridge to get there.

The bike and I hopped on a train to Lancaster and then I got my bearings and headed out of town toward the M6. A little way the other side of the motorway along the A683 there’s a narrow road which might be easy to miss if you’re not looking for it. Down here, after a few twists and turns, you come to a single track bridge across the river Lune.

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After watching the canoeists for a while I crossed over and wandered around Halton, trying to remember which road we used to live on. (I think I narrowed it down to two possibilities, I’ll have to ask my parents.).

Lancaster architectural details

I headed back to Lancaster along the northern side of the river, stopping to look at work being done on the Lune Aqueduct. I didn’t get a decent picture of it, but I must have been doing that thing where I look like I know what’s going on, because people kept asking me what was being done to a structure I’d only just (re)discovered.

Nearer to Lancaster there’s a really big weir across the river. I found an interesting looking, but inaccessible, little footbridge near it.

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I crossed back over the river on the Millennium Bridge. The light was against me and I didn’t get a picture of the whole of the structure.

Millennium Bridge Millennium Bridge

Then it was into Lancaster centre to get a coffee and take a few pictures before catching a train back to Manchester.

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Trying to get up that great big hill of hope

25 years of my life and still
I’m trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this
Brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
So I cry somethimes when I’m lying in bed
To get it all out what’s in my head
Then I start feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step
Outside I take deep breath
I get real high
Then I scream from the top of my lungs
What’s goin’ on
And I say hey…
And I say hey what’s goin’ on
And I say hey…
I said hey what’s goin’ on
And I try, oh my God do I try
I try all the time
In this institution
And I pray, oh my God do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
So I cry sometimes when I’m lying in my bed
To get it all out what’s in my head
Then I start feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step outside
I take a deep breaththen I get real high
Then I scream from the top of my lungs
What’s goin’ on
And I say hey…
And I say hey what’s goin’ on
And I say hey…
I said hey what’s goin’ on
And I say hey…
And I say hey what’s goin’ on
And I say hey…
I said hey what’s goin’ on
25 years of my life and still
I’m trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

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