Apologies. The last dispatch was titled with possibly the worst pun ever conceived. Well, certainly since a Cardiff resident decided to call his take-away emporium 'Abra-Kebabra'.
Anyways. What's the word on the street? Well, Google Street-view, it would seem. The people in the village of Broughton have said 'no'. Having spotted the car with the camera coming down the street, they stopped it and sent them packing. Fair play. But the best part of the story for me was when one of the residents explained his objections.
"A map is one thing, but when they want to show all the intimate details of the front of your house, then it's an invasion of privacy."
What are the intimate details of the front of a house? Lacy curtains? Push-up shutters? Thigh-high damp-proof course? I am wondering if we should be planting a more modest hedge, perhaps.
Our locality continues to change as the Olympic work continues. The funny thing is, I'm aware that it's happening, and when I drive past the actual site, it's clear that the development is moving apace. But we're also in this strange period when the full implications and impact have not become fully apparent, and we still have our favourite places on Hackney Marshes to ourselves for the most part. Especially when the weather's not great, but those are often my favourite times.
Anyways. What's the word on the street? Well, Google Street-view, it would seem. The people in the village of Broughton have said 'no'. Having spotted the car with the camera coming down the street, they stopped it and sent them packing. Fair play. But the best part of the story for me was when one of the residents explained his objections.
"A map is one thing, but when they want to show all the intimate details of the front of your house, then it's an invasion of privacy."
What are the intimate details of the front of a house? Lacy curtains? Push-up shutters? Thigh-high damp-proof course? I am wondering if we should be planting a more modest hedge, perhaps.
Our locality continues to change as the Olympic work continues. The funny thing is, I'm aware that it's happening, and when I drive past the actual site, it's clear that the development is moving apace. But we're also in this strange period when the full implications and impact have not become fully apparent, and we still have our favourite places on Hackney Marshes to ourselves for the most part. Especially when the weather's not great, but those are often my favourite times.
Is it really changing that much? Now that we've left happening Hackney for lazy leafy countryville, I obviously don't notice. But on last London visit and trek back to old stomping ground (London Fields, aka South Islington), I didn't see a huge difference. Am I a) blind or perhaps b) looking in the wrong place?
PS You seem to be on a blogging roll, posting a lot at the moment. Is it the whisky?