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Today we had pollution warnings over the SE of England and the air around Dungeness had a horrible soupy yellow quality. Normally it is very clear with big big skies.
The air pollution isn't too apparent in this photo. I like it despite that because it has a peaceful, serene feeling with the odd juxtaposition of what I assume to be a hide for bird watchers on the right and the fisherman, braced, to the left. Everything points towards the hide - the clouds, the shingle and the sea but for me, it is the fisherman that gets my attention.
And oddly, just behind us is the huge nuclear power station which is currently being decommissioned. Instead of the usual steady almost subliminal thrum of the reactors as a constant background, there is now a babel of crashing, smashing and crushing of concrete and steel. So loud!
Taken on a Nikon 800E, Nikkor 14-24/2.8 at f/7.1, 1/800sec, 15mm aperture, ISO100.
Somewhere in Lewisham...
Be[a]ware! You are being watched
Nobody challenged me though.
Camera on the ceiling
No No No
The writing on the door. This one leads to the play area.
The way out.
Went along to this FPA action, and not just because we are personally affected - helloooo Southern Electric/SSE trying to charge us £2k+ for 3 months worth of electricity. A mistake in this case... How many others have 'mistakes' that are not as blatant or advocated effectively against?
Coppers doing the usual power trip
A rhetorical question. Capitalism has a lot to answer for, but hey! A tiny percentage of the population, the 1%, get wealthier on the backs of these pensioners' deaths. Shame on them.
Global women's strike state the case.
From The Guardian 9/9/2014:
The coroner said that when David Clapson died he had no food in his stomach. Clapson’s benefits had been stopped as a result of missing one meeting at the jobcentre. He was diabetic, and without the £71.70 a week from his jobseeker’s allowance he couldn’t afford to eat or put credit on his electricity card to keep the fridge where he kept his insulin working. Three weeks later Clapson died from diabetic ketoacidosis, caused by a severe lack of insulin. A pile of CVs was found next to his body.
On the way from Pall Mall to Energy UK on The Haymarket
Down on The Haymarket. Kudos, it was very cold...
Finishing where I started with this guy. All he wants is 'A fair deal before I kick the bucket'.
Back in the day, to call someone a 'Tory' was to call them a thief or rapparee - a wild Irish robber & outlaw (from 'A New Canting Dictionary', originally published in London, 1725). I'll follow this up in a few paragraphs.
A subject that should inflame anybody with a sense of equality and decency is that of 'poor-doors'. They are hardly a new phenomenon, but with the accelerated construction of 'luxury' housing in London (and where the contract specifies 'affordable' housing to be provided at the same site too), it is one that more people are becoming aware of though protests such as these and personal experience.
The poor-door for the affordable flats located at One Commercial Street, E5 happens to be down a piss-soaked ill-lit alley beside the building. It is a 2nd class entrance apparently deliberately designed to reinforce your 2nd rate status. Don't forget, you can't use the main entrance, it is not connected to your flat.
So 'suck on that' is the message.
The door hardly inspires confidence once you reach it. What better to say that you are a second class citizen than not being allowed to share the busy main entrance?
My photo has 'prettified' it though. There is no sky - the light in the photo above is all reflected from the side of One Commercial Street and the offices over the road, seamlessly. Top right is the nearest it gets during the day, and just try counting the lamps that illuminate it at night...
This evening the poor door might have been the preferred entrance considering what was going on at the front door...
Most of us were having a good time and getting across a serious message.
Of course, by this time, getting in the poor-door was not without difficulties
It was a lively demo, lots of people and banners
Really good to see a Durham Miners banner. Pity more from the TUC march that afternoon couldn't have shown some support
The photo above gives a better idea of the lack of light in the alleyway.
Finally, an obvious one to end with. Roll on...