im not a train spotter...
...or a plane spotter: i'm a pole spotter.
bored on the m25 yesterday, stuck in 'welcome home' traffic.
there wasn't MUCH else to photograph.
i was initially caught by the texture of the trees, and the crow sat on top this lamp-post.
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i sleep for 11hrs
deliriously DTT.
am thrilled to find the streets of london deserted.
it's like christmas but warmer.
not quite apocalyptic.
at least there's one good thing about the olympics.
two if you count underworld's opening soundtrack.
apparently the big boost to the economy hasn't happened.
shops are empty like the streets.
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i blast over to west london and back in 1hr, picking up keys for the gates of the new perou-factroy-to-be.
arrive to find the lock of the gates has been cut off.
the door of the building is open too.
enter shouting 'POLICE' and wielding a large maglite like a truncheon.
there is no-one inside.
but someone has been in and removed all the remaining hydroponic equipment that the police left (fooilshly intact) when they raided.
the previous tennants were growing weed on an industrial scale.
before the police busted them and the inside of the building.
annoying.
some of that lighting was good: i should have removed it last time i was here.
have a meeting about some new (solid) gates and meet some architects to scheme.
buy some expensive locks and leave the building and gates more secure.
RTF.
the lagjet has not been so bad today.
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