London Bridge – Engine House – Steam Blogging

Don’t you just love steam engines? Far more interesting than the Internet – I hate blogging.

Blogging is that naughty puppy you bought from the dogs home – a whimsical error of judgment. It was a good idea at the time but now a few months on you are still dealing with the crap and as it grows it needs more and more attention and more and more food to sustain it. You can’t plan a vacation until you have sourced and paid for its care in a kennels – you can’t leave it alone for more than a few hours in case it gets up to mischief. The naughty puppy has become an uncontrollable beast that needs to be returned to the dogs home or destroyed with a lethal injection or a bullet to the head.

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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.