IT HARDLY seems a week ago that I was having a wee in Mill Street when a massive explosion made me almost evacuate myself.
One poor soul, whoever it may be, was killed by the explosion that toppled a three storey house and other houses nearby will have to be demolished too.
The first big explosion happened at 16:45 and was soon followed by a series, a very regular series, of smaller explosions.
All credit to the emergency services – within 10 minutes a fleet of fire engines, ambulances and police cars shattered the normally quiet atmosphere (some mistake?) of this quiet backwater (eh? Ed.)
The fallout from the explosion’s been considerable. Quite a number of the folk living in Gibbs Crescent have had to have been re-housed, all over the shop.
We suppose that Gibbs Crescent was probably a council estate until HMG mandated that they should all be sold off to either the tenants or to a Housing Association – in this case an outfit called Dominion.
There’s a considerable degree of community spirit here in Mill Street – it’s one of the things I like about living here. Everyone, OK not quite everyone, chips in.
Shame the Kite has temporarily closed its doors until it re-opens as the Porterhouse sometime in the summer – it would have been nice for folk to gather there – that is if they could have got into Mill Street.
They couldn’t because of the police cordon as the emergency geezers struggled to contain the catastrophe.
I was recently diagnosed with transient epileptic amnesia (TEA), which as far as I can gather from witnesses has manifested itself from maybe September 2015.
Clinical information on TEA can be found here.
Generally it manifests itself as a period in which your brain doesn’t take in memories, but you still retain the ability to function more or less normally – although some of the episodes that have happened to me have been rather more dramatic.
At first I was diagnosed with having had an episode of transient global amnesia (TGA) which is often a one-off experience. But during 2016 I noticed other symptoms associated with TEA, such as smelling strange smells, being able to recall recent or comparatively recent events, and also the bizarre topographical amnesia. Bizarre because I was walking round Oxford and every building and road looked as if I’d never seen it before.
Luckily the prognosis for TEA is good. The doctors have put me on anti-convulsants which, since they’ve kicked, in have resulted me in getting large swathes of my memory back, not all at once but over a period of weeks.
The clinical report I linked to above is interesting because the medic who wrote that piece penned another article where he said that the existence of such a condition has implications for the understanding of memory in general. ♠
Over here at Volesoft, we did wonder why every BBC presenter was wearing a poppy on the day to remember the dead.
So we put in a Freedom of Information (FOI) request.
It transpires the BBC claims it doesn’t spend a penny on poppies, and, indeed has never bought a poppy.
Which makes it all even more mysterious. You can find the BBC FOI answer to our request, here. ♦
I WENT for a quiet meal down the One Bar in West Oxford tonight, and barely grabbed a seat. Almost the entire place was occupied by the Oxford University Hockey Club, which you can find here.
The interesting thing, to me about that web site is there are links to other Oxford University Hockey Club web sites that are broken, such as this one.
My question is whether the hockey club members have to be so noisy and objectionable in my neck of the woods? A question, I suspect, that’s likely to go unanswered. ♣
Ed Henning recently died. He was a colleague of mine as a technology journalist, but he was also an expert in the Kalachakra school of Tibetan Buddhism.
You can find more about this at his site, http://www.kalacakra.org. Ψ
I HAD a letter from my MP Nicola Blackwood this morning. She also enclosed what I regard as a rather wooden letter from Chris McCarthy, from Oxfordshire County Council.
In case you haven’t been following RustyPoleGate – a parking post outside my house is very rusty. I’d offered to paint it in rainbow colours, at my own expense, but apparently this is a criminal offence under Section 132(1) of the Highways Act 1980. So here we go. ⇓
- We can be difficult
- It is a small country so Dundee is very different from Aberdeen
- Glasgow is very different from Edinburgh
- The Highlands differ from the lowlands
- We still think about Mary Queen of Scots
- We are not necessarily all into fish, like salmon and sturgeon
- There’s no concensus about religion in Scotland
- Err… that’s it, add seven more…My readers write on Facebook:
9. We love drinking whisky
10. Fitba is the nearest thing to a national religion
11. We can all recite at least one verse of a Burns poem
12. Ye need a lang spun tae sup wi’ a Fifer