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Colours from the stained glass windows flood the Cathédrale Saint-Jean-Baptiste de Lyon.
Lyon, France.

Colours from the stained glass windows flood the Cathédrale Saint-Jean-Baptiste de Lyon.

Lyon, France.

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In 1996 me, my brother and two friends went to see Ben Folds Five in the QM in Glasgow. It was a great show and afterwards we made the pilgrimage to The Maggie for food. This would become a common theme for us over the following 4 years or so. Countless concerts and shows, memories and laughs, burgers and Scoobie Snacks.

Tonight those same four boys went to see Ben Folds perform with the Scottish Festival Orchestra. Like the music we have grown up, some might say grown old. We’re all married now with mortgages, two of us have kids, one has a kid on the way. Ben Folds was on form as usual and, even though we hardly ever get to see each other now, we laughed and joked the way we used to. Then we went to The Maggie, and it was shut.

In 1996 me, my brother and two friends went to see Ben Folds Five in the QM in Glasgow. It was a great show and afterwards we made the pilgrimage to The Maggie for food. This would become a common theme for us over the following 4 years or so. Countless concerts and shows, memories and laughs, burgers and Scoobie Snacks.

Tonight those same four boys went to see Ben Folds perform with the Scottish Festival Orchestra. Like the music we have grown up, some might say grown old. We’re all married now with mortgages, two of us have kids, one has a kid on the way. Ben Folds was on form as usual and, even though we hardly ever get to see each other now, we laughed and joked the way we used to. Then we went to The Maggie, and it was shut.

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Noctilucent clouds over the River Clyde.
Greenock, Scotland.

Noctilucent clouds over the River Clyde.

Greenock, Scotland.

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beautifullyengineered:

A Man and his Drivetrain

From Engine Extraction: McLaren F1 - Jay Leno’s Garage

Still one of, if not the greatest road car engine ever produced. I had hoped there might be one in the engine section of the BMW museum but there wasn’t so it’s nice to see it out the car in all it’s glory!

Also it must be nice for all those E39 M5 owners out there to know that F1 owners share their VANOS nerves!

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The world’s biggest disco ball.
Blackpool, England.

The world’s biggest disco ball.

Blackpool, England.

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For what seemed like most of my childhood my family went to St. Anne’s on holiday each year. We’d walk up and down the prom, play the pitch and putt, ride on the wee railway with the tiny Class 52 diesel pulling the open carriages. We’d go to Fairhaven Park and drive the boats around the lake, play frisbee by the windmill at Lytham, and at night we’d go to Blackpool and play in the Pleasure Beach and waste money on the machines in Coral Island.
One year I got sick, so sick that my mum called a doctor who said I had scarlatina, or scarlet fever. I remember waking up and feeling rubbish about 10 or 11 at night and to take my mind off it my dad put some clothes on me and took me over to the pier to play in the amusements. It was still twilight on a warm summer’s night and I thought it was amazing that I was up and playing the machines with all the adults.
Last week we went back as a family for the first time in maybe 25 years, only this time I had my wife and son with me. My mum and dad, my brother and his pregnant wife, and my 95 year old grandma, four generations.
We walked along the coast past the windmill, and I got burnt to a crisp in the sunshine. The lake in Fairhaven Park was closed and off limits because of a red algae infestation. Blackpool was a sad shadow of it’s former self and an older, scientific eye could easily see we were being fleeced by the grab machines and 2p waterfalls in Coral Island as the smell of terrible hot dogs filled our noses. St. Anne’s pier looked like it hadn’t seen any maintenance at all in those 25 years, the arcade machines had broken screens and controllers and the “New Crazy Golf” was, well, not exactly crazy and devoid of players.
But you know what? It was awesome just being there.

For what seemed like most of my childhood my family went to St. Anne’s on holiday each year. We’d walk up and down the prom, play the pitch and putt, ride on the wee railway with the tiny Class 52 diesel pulling the open carriages. We’d go to Fairhaven Park and drive the boats around the lake, play frisbee by the windmill at Lytham, and at night we’d go to Blackpool and play in the Pleasure Beach and waste money on the machines in Coral Island.

One year I got sick, so sick that my mum called a doctor who said I had scarlatina, or scarlet fever. I remember waking up and feeling rubbish about 10 or 11 at night and to take my mind off it my dad put some clothes on me and took me over to the pier to play in the amusements. It was still twilight on a warm summer’s night and I thought it was amazing that I was up and playing the machines with all the adults.

Last week we went back as a family for the first time in maybe 25 years, only this time I had my wife and son with me. My mum and dad, my brother and his pregnant wife, and my 95 year old grandma, four generations.

We walked along the coast past the windmill, and I got burnt to a crisp in the sunshine. The lake in Fairhaven Park was closed and off limits because of a red algae infestation. Blackpool was a sad shadow of it’s former self and an older, scientific eye could easily see we were being fleeced by the grab machines and 2p waterfalls in Coral Island as the smell of terrible hot dogs filled our noses. St. Anne’s pier looked like it hadn’t seen any maintenance at all in those 25 years, the arcade machines had broken screens and controllers and the “New Crazy Golf” was, well, not exactly crazy and devoid of players.

But you know what? It was awesome just being there.

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My blog is 4 years old today! To celebrate I thought I’d post the first photo I uploaded to Tumblr.
This is me standing by the Sarcophagus covering Reactor No. 4 at Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, August 2009.
This view looks very different today, a large concrete wall has been built in front of the Sarcophagus as part of the construction of the New Safe Confinement, an enormous arch which is being assembled behind and to the right of where this image was taken. This reduces the risk to workers and once complete the whole structure will be rolled over the reactor on rails and sealed. Work has already started on dismantling the iconic ventilation stack on top to allow the arch to clear the building.
Chernobyl NPP, Ukraine.

My blog is 4 years old today! To celebrate I thought I’d post the first photo I uploaded to Tumblr.

This is me standing by the Sarcophagus covering Reactor No. 4 at Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, August 2009.

This view looks very different today, a large concrete wall has been built in front of the Sarcophagus as part of the construction of the New Safe Confinement, an enormous arch which is being assembled behind and to the right of where this image was taken. This reduces the risk to workers and once complete the whole structure will be rolled over the reactor on rails and sealed. Work has already started on dismantling the iconic ventilation stack on top to allow the arch to clear the building.

Chernobyl NPP, Ukraine.

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I’d like to thank BMW, if it wasn’t for your dodgy 5 series air-con condensers resulting in me getting a Touring courtesy car, we’d have never made it to St. Anne’s!

I’d like to thank BMW, if it wasn’t for your dodgy 5 series air-con condensers resulting in me getting a Touring courtesy car, we’d have never made it to St. Anne’s!

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Watching the sun disappear.
St Anne’s on Sea, England.

Watching the sun disappear.

St Anne’s on Sea, England.

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St Anne’s has a lot of sand and sky! At low tide the water disappears over the horizon. As a sense of scale, there’s someone digging a hole in front of that big wooden structure in this photo…
St. Anne’s on Sea, England.

St Anne’s has a lot of sand and sky! At low tide the water disappears over the horizon. As a sense of scale, there’s someone digging a hole in front of that big wooden structure in this photo…

St. Anne’s on Sea, England.