There are some local difficulties in Mill Street, OX2. Here are some photographs I snapped last night. Good luck with the development of the Old Power Station and Gibbs Crescent! And, by the way, Oxford City Council planning doesn’t make it easy to upload graphics to its web site. Wonder which IT company is making dosh out of us Council Tax Payers. Continue reading
LAST WEEK the Said Business School put in its planning application to convert the old Power Station here in Osney – and today it held another consultation to show the business paradise it’s planning on the river.
Asbestos is being removed right now and responses to the planning application close around Yuletide. There’s rather more asbestos than the architects expected. Continue reading
By our Asian correspondent, Hadrien Levi:
Levi, in this PDF linked below the picture, explores the nature of the conflict in Asia, vastly under reported by Western media. He speculates upon a future not too many years hence where arguments between Asian nations culminate in crisis that’s not only just of confidence. Levi is an informed analyst on Japan, China, Korea and Indonesia but is disguised under a pseudonym for his own and others’ safety. ♦
RISK TAKER Colin Cook, the Mayor of the city of the Screaming Squires, revealed today that he had once snapped his tendon walking through the city.
The news came as he rounded on a kid who scaled the heights, as you can read here in the always pulsating Oxford Mail.
Best not to take too many risks, eh Colin? You might snap a tendon. Or end up as a Lord Mayor.
So I was sitting minding my own business wasting hours trying to fix a Windows PC in my front room when my attention was drawn to a car that parked just outside number 27.
Number 27, you’ll remember, is where the saga of the Rusty Pole started, when Oxfordshire County Council kyboshed my idea of painting the very rusty pole in rainbow colours. Here’s Lucy Pole to the rescue!
Even after appealing to my local MP, and despite her noble attempt, Ms Nicola Blackwood could only get a grudging admission from the council that yeah, I could get it painted, at my own expense, and only in regulation colours.
I think these two pictures say more than I can possibly bring myself to say right now. It’s a kind of miracle. π
On the border between New Osney and old Osney there’s a bridge where herons happily snap up fish. But people using the multitude of smart bikes that are now available all over Oxford don’t seem to want to park them, er, responsibly.
As this picture shows.