DAYS OF CULTURE

My desire to do everything touristy in London today brought me to The London Transport Museum in Covent Garden. The reason I had not yet been here is that I loathe the area of Covent Garden so much but, trying to walk off a hangover, I stumbled into the square. It cost £6 for a student (normally £10) and my first impression, having bought my ticket and left a bag in the cloakroom, was of how friendly the staff are.

The museum is designed over three floors and, starting at the top you work your way down in a chronological tour of transporting in our wonderful capital. Having exited the elevator at the top I found myself confronted by trams from the 1800s presented “in action” with life size wax models to give one a taste of what it felt to have these horse drawn carriages trundling through the streets.

The information is presented in easy to digest pictures, audio and texts; there is also a large amount of interactive displays designed for children but also quite entertaining to a 31 year-old man. The place is immediately engaging and very open, you are encouraged to go into the old carriages, sit down, try and get a feel for it. Though there is a recommended route to follow, it is very much a space for wandering. If you live in London this museum makes you want to find out more about your local line or station.

There are no airs or graces; it’s not like a trip to The National Gallery or The British Museum where you must only enter if you’re terrifically aloof and terribly intellectual. The Transport Museum’s main concern for their visitor is that they enjoy their visit and you will enjoy your visit and learn quite a lot without realising it. For example how much horse poo had to cleaned of the streets back in the early days.

The highlight must be the very well thought out exhibit concerning the Blitz. Not only does it deal with London but also Coventry and Dresden. There is a book where visitors are asked to write their thoughts on that period and some of the stories people have written  in are humbling. This is the last exhibit before reaching the ground floor which is a fantastic menagerie of old and new, try your hand at being a tube driver or wander through the fleet of old and new buses and carriages.

This is a fantastic place to visit, well worth the money (even if you pay full whack) and I shall recommend it to any and all.

P.s. their toilets are also very clean.

I HOPE THE INTERNET CATCHES FIRE

I fucking loathe the Internet with every fabric of who I am. Why the fuck when I, yes me, fucking type something the whole shitbox Internet has to fucking lose it?????
If the Internet was a person it would be one useless inbred cunt, who gives off a smell of engine oil and only eats grass.

This fucking blog wants to spell everything in American English, it is spelt colour you twat, not color. That really is the typing equivalent of punching the Queen.

I’m sure there’s plenty of clever bastards who sneer at my inability to make computers do as I demand, well you genius race, how’s the sex life?

HA, fucking thought so.

I’m going to the pub now. That’s a domain where I know how everything works and am considered a king.

By the time I come back here I hope Google has melted.

P

I so enjoyed writing my last blog that I’ve come back for more. I’m surviving uni still, got a few marks back and am disappointed with them. One is a first but still every 1%  away from 100% is a fail. High standards I know but it’s the only way to keep up.

Had to learn referencing for essays this week, my dear Lord, nearly slipped into a coma. I mean really, is it that important if I put a . instead of a , or ;? All these eager children I’m surrounded by so willing to learn (have I mentioned I’m 30 coming back into education) they don’t realise I tire easily.

Better have a nap before lessons,

Paul Mc

My first blog

The Republic of Ireland’s bid to be allowed to play as the 33rd team in next years World Cup in South Africa was today rejected by FIFA. The Football Association of Ireland had made the request following the highly controversial hand ball by Thierry Henry which led to the winning goal for France in the second leg of their play-off game in Paris.

Henry came in for a lot of blame following the match, but if the hand ball had been Keane at the other end of the pitch would I be as judgemental? No, I’d laugh at some French people and look forward to a summer of football

The former Irish international Liam Brady told The Times he thought Sepp Blatter, the president of FIFA, was “an embarrassment”. I must admit I am inclined to use stronger language that wouldn’t be suitable for such a respected means of communicating as wordpress.

At least the population of Ireland can rally behind their patron saint at this time of national disillusion. St. Bono said this week that had Ireland being permitted to play it could lift the mood of our recession hit nation. Well St. Bono maybe if you didn’t move all your money out of the country at the first sign of a tax band that didn’t suit you we would be inclined to give a crap what you say.

Yours

Paulmc30

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