Urban Island

Okay, here’s a place that for some reason has taken my imagination:

Another view:

It’s in England — it could only be in England in that location — and in the chilly north (York), which would make it even less desirable.  Also, from its description it’s in terrible shape inside, and in typical Brit fashion it has only one bathroom, but ignore all that for the moment.

Like I said, for some reason it has a strange appeal for me.  The “no neighbors” thing is one attraction, and yes, there will be terrible traffic noise so having a garden is not that much of an attraction.  But it’s surely a better deal than one of the houses / apartments across the main road, which have all the same noise but not any privacy, with two shared walls and cramped living conditions.

Could you live in such a place, or is it the stuff of your nightmares?


I meant this to be posted yesterday, but in my sickened state I cocked up the date, so here it is.

Quote Of The Day

The RUD [ rapid unscheduled disassembly] got started last week with Israel’s three-part virtual decapitation of Hezbollah’s organization. That is, if “decapitation” is the correct word when exploding pagers removed Hezbollah bits a bit further down than their large heads. That was followed up, as I’m sure you know, the next day by exploding walkie-talkies. When Hezbollah’s remaining leadership began to meet in person to overcome their crippled comms, the Israeli Air Force bombed the meetings.

 

Also:

Innocent Times, Part 4

…in which we continue to look at earlier, more innocent times.  That said, some of the cartoons below were not so innocent — and probably couldn’t get published today.

Which. of course, is why I’m posting them.

From the H.R. files:

In Medical Ethics:

And in the Groves of Academe:

Another from H.R.:

In Sporting News:

And In Flagrante Delicto:

See you all next month.


Forgot to mention:  if you want to see the first couple of these, use the “Search” function at the top of the page and just type: Innocent Times then hit Enter.

Random Totty

This is Tina O’Brien, who plays yesterday’s totty Lucy Fallon’s mother (!!!) on Coronation Street.  (She is, by the way, only eighteen or so years older than Lucy in real life, so technically at least, the age difference isn’t that close– especially for the working-class Corrie.)  Nevertheless:

And as an architect might say, the rear aspect is not too unpleasant either:

Lovely.

But as the old saying from Alabama goes:  “With a Momma like that, you shoot yer Daddy and make yer own brothers and sisters.”

I report, you decide.