Showing posts with label Erith History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erith History. Show all posts

Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Thamesmead Grump.

The photo above was taken by photographer and Erith resident Petras Gagilas from from high up in one of the now demolished tower blocks on the Larner Road housing estate, now renamed Erith Park. It shows the view looking North East over Erith Town Centre and the River Thames. You can see more of Petras's excellent photographs by clicking here.

As I was getting ready for work earlier this week, I heard a loud thump as something came through the letter box of Pewty Acres. I went downstairs, mystified. I had not ordered anything online, and whatever had come through the door had made a pretty substantial noise as it landed on the door mat. It turned out to be a copy of Yellow Pages. You may recall that some months ago I bemoaned being sent a hard copy of the local telephone directory, which I felt was a waste of resources as very few people use it nowadays. My copy went straight round to the recycling point, unread. I later found out from Malcolm Knight (who, before retirement was the guru behind the compilation of all UK telephone directories) that it is still a legal requirement for BT to produce a hard copy directory for every household. This is not the case for the Yellow Pages, which has indeed shrunk to a shadow of its’ former size. I know that Yell.com has taken over for much of their business, and I don’t know how they can justify still stuffing the paper directories through everyone in the local areas’ letter box. Mine has gone for recycling. I strongly feel that there ought to be an “opt in” option for those who still need a hard copy of the book. I doubt the level of take up would be very high.  What do you think? Do you still hanker after the reassuring bulk of the printed directory, or do you prefer to browse for traders and contractors online?

You may have seen the story about Lt. Col. Stanislav Petrov, and how this week marks the thirtieth anniversary of how his inaction may well have saved the world from nuclear annihilation. Back in September 1983 Petrov was the officer in charge of a missile warning unit just outside of Moscow. The unit had not long commissioned a (then) state of the art missile warning system that used satellites to look over America for the distinctive infra red heat signature of a nuclear missile’s rocket engine as it launched. The new monitoring system repeatedly sounded an alarm to say that a single missile had been launched; Petrov was aware that the system was riddled with bugs, and could not believe that the Americans would only launch a single missile. He reset the system, which went off a total of five separate times. Petrov should have got on the hotline to his superiors to warn of an impending attack. This would have almost certainly started World War 3. Instead, Petrov waited – and the predicted missile attack did not happen. Later investigations determined that the spy satellites the detection system employed had been fooled into thinking a launch was in progress by sunlight reflected off some high altitude clouds. Only Stansilav Petrov’s cool thinking and common sense averted the possible end of the world. One would have thought Petrov would have been lauded for his actions; instead he was made to take early retirement and pensioned off into obscurity for not following procedure, something regarded as unforgivable under the old Soviet regime. One would think that the world would now be a far safer place after the collapse of the communist regime and the fall of the Berlin Wall, but the reality may be something rather different. Since last weeks’ dreadful terrorist attack on the Westgate shopping centre in Nairobi, I have been giving thought to the whole international terror situation. It would seem that Al Qaeda and Al Qaeda sponsored terrorist groups are getting their acts together after a couple of years of being on the back foot, following the Americans successfully killing Osama Bin Laden and gaining a huge amount of physical intelligence on his global terror network. The Americans and their allies have been able to use much of this to hit the terrorists where it hurts – closing bank accounts, diverting funds away from front organisations and also directly by supporting efforts by friendly governments to counter the terrorist threat. To be honest, the Westgate incident is a real boon for the bad guys – the World’s press covers the tragic event in minute detail, giving the criminal organisation much needed publicity, causing fear in the West (and hurting the Kenyan tourist industry, on which a sizeable part of their economy depends); it also boosts the kudos of Al Qaeda in countries which have sympathy with the extreme Islamacist group. From their point of view, the loss of a handful of low level foot soldiers is more than paid off by the results, in their sick and twisted world view.  The problem is that terrorists all backgrounds want more than this – they have not had a proper “spectacular” since 2001 and the World Trade Center attacks. The propaganda benefit (in their view) has been boosted by the continual repeating of the disturbing images of the towers coming down ad infinitum on television, and via sources like YouTube. All of this has indirectly played into the terrorists’ hands. Nevertheless, they have not innovated, or moved on to other outrages in the meantime. Not long ago, the History Channel featured a documentary outlining what would happen if terrorists managed to detonate a 10Kt nuclear weapon in Washington DC. Suffice to say, that even with the extensive planning and preparation, along with the huge resources their emergency services can muster, the results were not encouraging.  A ten kiloton weapon is actually rather a small weapon by nuclear standards, but it is within the technical capabilities of a worryingly large number of people. A physicist friend of mine once sat me down in a pub (The Fox in Upper Belvedere, since you ask) with a pad of paper and a pencil and sketched out how a terrorist could construct a viable nuclear weapon. If you search around online, you can find a large amount of detailed information on how to make a bomb, though I would not encourage you so to do, as you might well end up with a knock on your door! Suffice to say it is actually rather simple. All you need is a six foot long heavy cast iron drainage pipe (the heavier the better). One end of the pipe needs to have a very thick, Tungsten Carbide coated iron plate welded to the end, sealing it. The last eighteen inches of the pipe at the sealed end also needs to be treated with a layer of Tungsten Carbide - (Tungsten Carbide acts as a "Happy Shopper" neutron reflector, making sure as many neutrons get bounced back into the warhead when it reaches a critical mass and goes into a runaway cascade reaction - getting a bigger bang. Boron is a far better neutron reflector, but it is very expensive, brittle and hard to work). On the inside of the sealed end, you need a sub critical mass of weapons grade (90% pure) Uranium 235 shaped like a plug. At the other end of the pipe you need another welded iron plate – no Tungsten Carbide needed at this end. On the inside face of this, you need a container filled with gun cotton or gun powder – a low explosive (high explosive would physically blow the weapon apart before a critical nuclear reaction could occur, causing a “fizzle”). In front of the explosive charge would be a tamper made of Tungsten Carbide, in front of which was a cup shaped second sub critical mass of weapons grade Uranium 235. To detonate the weapon, you set off the low explosive, pushing the cup shaped uranium piece down the barrel and directly over the plug shaped piece so that they form a critical mass; as the pieces come together, a neutron emitter sprays a stream of high energy neutrons into the mass, initiating a runaway nuclear reaction, and a very large bang indeed.  That is pretty much all there is to it. Refinements (if you can call them that) to this design would be to embed the iron pipe in about a ton of concrete. This holds the weapon together for a few microseconds longer, meaning that more of the super critical mass of uranium gets to react before it is blown apart and the nuclear reaction stops. Another way to make the thing even more awful is to wrap the pipe exterior in cobalt, which increases the radioactive fallout massively. The level of knowledge and skill to produce a crude weapon of this type is not particularly high; anyone with a good physics degree and a fair level of engineering skills could do it. To construct the weapon any fair to middling machine shop would have the tools to produce it. The electronics to control the timing and to generate the stream of neutrons can all be obtained from an old tube – type television and the guts of a microwave oven. No fancy components are required. The difficulty is in getting the fissile material. It is publicly known that at least a dozen attempts to sell weapons grade material have been made from Russia alone. The head of the Russian nuclear defence forces was quoted as saying that fissile materials were “less well guarded than the potato store” for several years in the 1990’s after the collapse of the Soviet Union. It is known that an amount of material went missing during this period, but lax accounting means that they don’t actually know how much. The primitive bomb design I have outlined would only work with Uranium 235. Plutonium, the other radioactive metal used in nuclear weapons is more efficient, in that you get a bigger “bang per buck” for a given mass of material, but it is not suitable for a terrorist type “gun” weapon, as the two sub critical masses start reacting and go critical too early, blowing the weapon apart and “fizzling” before a nuclear explosion happens. On top of this, Plutonium is a horrible metal – it is very hard to machine (it has to be cut and shaped by lathe in a inert gas environment, as tiny scraps of Plutonium react with the oxygen in air, releasing poisonous gas; indeed, forgetting the radioactive properties of Plutonium, as a metal it is extremely poisonous – if you dealt with it unprotected, you would die of Plutonium poisoning long before you got radiation sickness. In effect this means that the “gun” type design most readily constructed is limited to Uranium 235 as an explosive. The “Gun” design was used in “Little Boy” – the bomb dropped on Hiroshima. So confident were the scientists and engineers on the Manhattan Project that the design would work , that they never tested it. The first time the design was proved was when it was used to obliterate Hiroshima. “Little Boy” contained 64 kilos of Uranium 235; the primitive design meant that less than 2 kilos of the warhead actually underwent fission, the rest was blown away before it could react; even this was enough to effectively wipe the city from the map and to kill and wound nearly 200,000 people, almost all of whom were non – combatants. The implications of this in a modern terrorism context make very uncomfortable reading.  A weapon that is relatively easy to construct from materials that are commonly available, with the exception of the material for the warhead – and it is known that Al Qaeda have sponsors with very deep pockets indeed. The purchase of weapons grade Uranium 235 is within the realms of possibility. I think that we have a situation of when, rather than if this will come to pass. Every Western large city is a potential target, but I personally think the most vulnerable cities for such an attack are 1) Washington DC (the U.S capital and centre of both government and the judiciary) 2) New York City (high profile target and a good follow up to the World Trade Center atrocity) and 3) London – capital of a staunch American ally and a country with very porous borders – smuggling in either  the fissile materials, or the pre – made bomb would be very easy indeed. To illustrate the carnage and destruction even a “small” ten kiloton home brew weapon would wreak, I have created the image below – please click for a larger view.  It shows a simulation engine that interfaces with Google Maps. The NukeMap simulator uses the same data and calculation algorithms used by NATO to model nuclear weapons effects, and shows the results overlaid onto a map. You can select a weapon type and size, whether it would be detonated on the ground or in the air, and what damage criteria you want to display. The model also takes into account the prevailing wind in the area, and then predicts the path of the resulting radioactive fallout. The simulation I have selected show what would happen if Al Qaeda were to set off a 10 kiloton improvised weapon of the type I have described above, in the back garden of Pewty Acres. The results are worrying, to say the least.  The damage is not restricted to the shaded areas on the map – they merely show the worst affected parts. In reality every part of the map shown would suffer a degree of damage, as would the residents. Whilst Erith and its’ surrounding area are not as heavily populated as the centre of Hiroshima, the casualties could run into the tens of thousands.  I picked a local target rather than central London to illustrate how awful these weapons are in a locally relevant way. I don’t know what can be done to prevent an atrocity happening for real, but people need to realise that this scenario is not something limited to a Tom Clancy novel. Indeed, Tom Clancy wrote of a Boeing 747 being flown into the Congress building in his 1994 novel “Debt of Honour”, effectively predicting the 9/11 attacks by nearly seven years. He subsequently was recruited as an independent security advisor to George Bush jr on the strength of his technical knowledge and eye for the possible.
Whenever I feature an article about the history of Erith and the surrounding areas, I get very positive feedback from readers; I wish I could have history articles more regularly, but as the amount of information is finite, I have to ration it. Despite this situation, this week the Maggot Sandwich has a guest contributor; the gentleman in question has lived in and around Erith for many years, and has many memories of the old town centre, prior to its' demolition. As he is also one of my confidential contacts, he will remain anonymous...

My connections with the town go back two generations as my grandparents once lived at The Nursery, North End, my father went to the primary school there and he married my step mother from Crescent Road, Erith in the Baptist Chapel in Queen Street. My own knowledge of Erith probably starts in the mid 1950's when we used to pay our electricity bill at the LEB shop at the top of Pier Road having travelled there on the 122a bus. In the same parade of shops was the original Owens Ironmongers shop who used to fill the pavement outside with their wares. My grandmother used to take me for a Knickerbocker Glory ice cream treat at Dimasio's a little way down on the opposite side of Pier Road. Although I cannot remember all the shop names Barclays Bank was the the first premises on the south side of Pier Road, other shops were a mens clothing shop (Braybrook's or Clare's), a photographers (Gilbert's), a stationers (Randal's), Woolworth's, a bakers (VV Carrier) and a greengrocers.  On the bottom corner with the High Street was the Westminster Bank. Around this corner was George Mence Smith's, the ironmongers and then Tip Top Bakery. Crossing Queen Street were other shops and around the next corner in Avenue Road was Self's, a jewellers.  Opposite this small parade of shops was the Prince of Wales pub and restaurant as well as the main bus stops out of Erith. There was also a Salvation Army hostel next to the pub. My school arranged an annual visit to the Odeon cinema on the corner of the High Street and Avenue Road. On the corner opposite the Odeon was a Co-operative store. From the Odeon back along the High Street was a DER TV rental shop, another mens clothing shop (Braybrook's or Clare's) - I think they were related. The Midland Bank was next door although this changed from a single shop premises to a double one in about 1962.  On the corner of the High Street and Pier Road was Invicta Carpets.  On the opposite corner was a Montague Burtons store which was set back a little and it had a dance studio which I once attended.  The next shop was a chemist Howells and Harrison and then a sandwich shop run by a Eastern European man who prepared fresh sandwiches in a slow automated fashion and could never be rushed! There were a few other shops along this side of the High Street towards the White Hart pub including a shop that only appeared to sell foam rubber seating material.  Further along this side was the Erith Playhouse and the Cross Keys pub. Opposite the White Hart was Erith Post Office, one of the few remaining establishments still in the town.  Back towards Pier Road was Alibar's, a tool and electrical shop, Stevens the butchers and Boots the Chemist. It's now time mention the main store in Erith - Hedley Mitchell's Department Store which I estimate occupied about eight to ten shops around the corner of the High Street and Pier Road.  This shop was the mainstay of Erith's commercial existence and when it closed it was the start of a period of Erith's decline. The shop was certainly quaint especially the method of passing customers cash to a remote office via a series of wire pulley systems. There were other shops back up towards Cross Street including the Estate Agents Jennings and Barrett, a solicitors Charles Weedon and a sweet shop. On the other side of Cross Street was another cinema whichwas called the Ritz, but this was never open during my time in Erith. Other pubs that I have visited were the Running Horses and the Plough near where the railway crosses the main road towards North End.  The Riverside Gardens were laid out with more grassy areas than now and there was the Burndept building just before the creek where the Sea Scouts had a vessel moored as a HQ. Factories that I remember in West Street were Venesta's, Submarine Cables and Sebel's (Mobel Toys).  There was also a railway line with level crossing gates across West Street close to Osram GEC. I also seem to remember that there was a firm who made guitar amplifiers - Vox. Further towards Belvedere were firms such as BOCM, BICC, Burt Bolton and Haywood and Leon Frenkel. At the junction of Crabtree Manorway (when it was a continuous road to the river across level crossing gates) and Lower Road is a semi detached house with a shop which was occupied by my uncle and aunt and his parents and they ran a Market Garden or Nursery called George Ford.  I spent many times looking around the greenhouses which were used to raise tomatoes and bedding geraniums. At the entrance to the nursery were a pair notice boards which were sign written by my father. Sadly the 1952 floods caused havoc to the premises and although they traded for a few more years Bexley Council decided that their plot would make a good place to build a primary school so it was compulsory purchased. I worked in one of the Banks in the town from 1961 to 1964 when I was transferred to another branch.  I never saw the dismantling of the town into the first concrete monstrosity which I am glad about as I had so many happy times while working in the old town there. I also never saw the the building of the second generation of the town centre. 

Excellent, very evocative stuff. Many thanks for it.

My personal fight against local fly - tippers has taken a positive turn. Unfortunately I am unable to give precise details at present. This is due to the event possibly being part of a legal action. Take a good look at the photo below (click for a larger version).
Just be grateful that you cannot smell from a digital photograph. The stench from the dumped pallets was utterly revolting. On Tuesday evening I popped round to the Council recycling centre to drop off some glass bottles, cardboard and a couple of empty soft drinks cans. I caught a couple of people illegally fly tipping the load of extremely rotten bananas that you can see in the photo above; so far gone were they, that they reeked of a mixture of vinegar and ammonia; the smell was disgusting. I have passed the photos, along with an account of what transpires to the relevant authorities, and actions are being taken. I hope to be able to report more fully soon. You can read more about the incident on the Erith Watch website here.

A new local blog has been started, and very good it is too. It is the diametric opposite of the toe - curlingly bad Bostal News (sic). In that it is well set out, engagingly written and totally original. I would urge you to give The Thamesmead Grump a visit, and add to your browser bookmarks. I for one will be checking it regularly. Nice to see a couple of new faces added to the local blogging community.

The end video this week is by online cook and general bonkers person Titli Nihaan - why she does not have her own TV show, I really don't know; she's excellent, and very funny. This week she cooks an extra hot, very tasty Chicken Vindaloo curry. Do give it a watch and see what you think.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Bring back the workhouse?


A recent photo of Erith Station. The News Shopper ran a story this week that Erith Station is not going to receive any funding to install a lift for disabled travellers and parents with small children. Wheelchair and child's buggy users currently have to travel down line to Dartford, change platforms using the lifts at Dartford and then come back up on the London bound track if they require to travel to any destination closer to the capital. Despite having street level access to both platforms, Bexleyheath station is getting lifts, at a a cost of approximately £1 million. A campaign has been run by both Erith Town Forum and by Teresa Pearce MP on the Fix My Transport web campaign site for some considerable time now, and it has attracted widespread interest. You can see the site by clicking here. I think that there is a subtle bit of discrimination going on here; It will not be very long until Bexley College will be opening in Erith Town Centre, and the amount of traffic passing through Erith station can only increase. The fact that the London bound platform is only accessible by a foot bridge means the station is in a far worse state of accessibility that Bexleyheath - yet why does Bexleyheath get the money? Because the powers that be would appear have taken the default position they always do - "Don't spend anything on Erith - it is out of the way in the North of the Borough, and only benefit cheats and problem families live there - and they don't vote". A very inaccurate and condescending opinion. It is not the first time we have had this situation - the waste burner I mentioned a while back is a case in point. The authorities view seems to be that the area is already an industrial dumping ground, but since (in their view) "nice" people (as in those likely to vote in local elections) don't live in the area, it does not matter. I have to point out that our local MP, Teresa Pearce does not fall into this category. She is almost unique in my experience; party politics aside, she really puts in a huge amount of time and effort for the constituency of Erith and Thamesmead. There - I never thought I would compliment a politician; my long standing view is that in almost all cases I can think of, the desire to become a politician is a character flaw, and that wanting to become a politician should automatically disqualify you from doing so. I am glad to have found a notable exception. The only down side is that it gives me one less public figure to whinge about!

Whilst travelling in and around London, and up to Watford this week, I have noticed something relatively new. In an attempt to drum up some badly needed Christmas sales, pretty much every stand up comedian who can draw breath has a DVD out. Nothing that unusual there then; however they are almost all advertising on the tube; on my last excursion on the underground almost every video screen had a comic on it - it became quite surreal. It would indeed appear that for the time being at least, comedy is the new rock and roll. It did also highlight something I think many of us came to realise. DVD is not going away. Blu-Ray disks just have not taken off in anything like the way the manufacturers would have liked.  When DVD's first came on the market in 1998, they very quickly superseded VHS video cassettes with their vastly superior picture quality. The fact that at the outset the DVD format did not allow domestic recording was not seen by many as a major set - back. People bought DVD players to rent and buy movies, and kept the VHS player for recording EastEnders. Within the space of no more than two years, the sales of DVD's skyrocketed. The death knell of VHS was the advent of DVD recorders and systems such as Sky+. I think that many in the industry were expecting the same pattern when Blu-Ray machines were launched, but it simply has not happened. Disks are up to twice the price of DVD's, often with little perceptible increase in image quality, and with few extra features. The advent of upscaling DVD players, and the general public's apparent choice that for general viewing, DVD's are "just good enough" means that I don't think Blu-Ray will ever be the dominant force that DVD was when it was released. I also think that Blu-Ray is the last physical media format. There simply is no need for high capacity data storage when content can easily be downloaded from ever faster broad band connections. Virtually every TV you can buy nowadays supports Ethernet, WiFi and even the humble USB memory stick for streaming content. Why bother traipsing down to Blockbusters in the cold and wet to pick up a movie that you can rent or purchase either via your TV directly, or via your computer. I feel that the whole physical media market will fizzle over the next few years; it is simply redundant now. 

The photo above shows an article about the NHS that appeared in Tuesday's edition of the Times. If you click on it you can enlarge it enough to read. It heavily features our local hospital - the Queen Elizabeth at Woolwich, and is most definitely worth a serious peruse - click on the photo above to see a larger, readable version.  It certainly makes for some food for thought. What the article does do is throw into sharp relief the outstanding work carried out my the army of volunteers at the hospital. Many years ago I used to be a volunteer at the predecessor to the Queen Elizabeth - the Brook Hospital on Shooter's Hill. I used to visit the wards every Sunday morning, talking to patients and gathering requests that I played later in the day in my programme on what was then WHBS, and is now Meridian Radio. Unfortunately I eventually had to give it up when I went to work for Radio Caroline.


I have had several Maggot Sandwich readers Email me to ask me to cover more on the history of Erith and the local area; one thing that has become apparent to me is that I have neglected any mention of the Second World War - an event that has had a massive impact on the town and the people. The first real damage caused to the London Borough of Bexley occurred on the night of the 5th of September when a string of bombs were dropped on Glenview and West Heath Road on the border of Upper Belvedere and Bostall Heath. Following this, the Luftwaffe moved their targetting away from air fields and military bases and instead concentrated on London; this resulted on 18 bombs falling on Erith on the 7th September. Later, Callender's Cables,  the Borax works, Turner's Asbestos, Fraser & Chalmers, and the British Oil and Cake Mills were other local businesses that were damaged in addition to the private properties in the area. Throughout the war, Erith was a major target for the Luftwaffe, who often used the River Thames to navigate to and from Central London. Erith was hit by a total of 444 high explosive bombs during the length of the war. One of the worst bombing incidents of the entire war, as experienced in the town happened on the 21st January 1944, when the old Erith Fire Station was demolished by a direct hit. The plaque in the photo above (click on it for a larger view) is now installed in the same location as a memorial. You can still see it, mounted on the wall of a small concrete and brick out building adjacent to the car park of Erith Council offices. Not many people know that it is there - probably just as well, as the illegal scrap dealers would only steal it.

Following my recent comments regarding the actions of scrap dealers illegally stealing power and communication cables, along with anything else they can get their hands on, I read in the Times earlier this week that the Government are planning on introducing legislation by the Spring to ban cash transactions and increase the criminal penalties for receiving stolen goods, as I have previously outlined. The sooner this happens, and is actively enforced, the better. You can read more about the issue, and the objections made by the scrap metal industry by clicking here. It would appear that much of the scrap industry is closely linked to organised crime, though many are scared to say it. This must be a great concern to the legitimate parts of the essential trade. The whole industry needs a major shake up and reorganisation.

I have had an idea; it is one that on the surface would appear to be rather controversial, but when you examine it, may make social and financial sense. As you may well have seen in the week, it was widely reported that the Government are making an additional £448 million available to help the estimated 120,000 "problem families" around the UK as reported in the Guardian here. The government cash will be designed to help "chaotic families" where there are chronic and ongoing antisocial behaviour, truancy, violence, criminality and drug abuse issues. The trouble with this scheme, as with others previously introduced by the last Labour government is that they are too cautious - usually providing reactive assistance after a family crisis. This has resulted in the roughly 120,000 affected families being a drain on the public purse to the total cost of £8 Billion. This is vastly disproportionate, and tends to treat the symptoms rather than deal with the cause. My idea was to introduce a new version of the workhouse - remove the problem families from their neighbourhoods (no doubt to the sighs of relief of their neighbours) and house them in a controlled environment, away from their drug dealers and the influence of gangs. This would not be a punitive matter - more of a way of retraining them, educating them in social skills, the consideration of others and the breaking of drug addictions with proper therapy and support. The key would be in separating them from their social network. Board and lodging would be paid for, as long as the inmates complied with the rehabilitation regime. Their children would get intensive schooling and the chance to undertake after school activities such as dance, drama, art or learning a musical instrument; the kind of things that they would not normally consider being open to them. I reckon that between six months to a year or so of concentrated social therapy and education could turn around a significant proportion of any families that enlisted in a programme of this nature. Whilst I am sure it would not be cheap, I am convinced that it would be less expensive to the pockets of the tax payer than the current "sticking plaster" policy and would result in a better society. Feel free to leave your thoughts below. 

I had an mildly distasteful encounter with a sales person on my way home from the station on Thursday evening. Talk Talk had a stand outside the Mambocino coffee house in the Riverside Shopping Centre, and their heavily hair gelled sales weasels. Normally I resolutely ignore them, but for some perverse reason I stopped when the perma-tanned representative called me. He launched into his patter as to how if I signed up with them, I could get my internet access for free as part of the package, and that it would significantly reduce my monthly mobile phone bill over my current supplier. I said that he would find it difficult to meet that statement. He looked a little taken aback, and then asked me who my current mobile service provider was. When I told him I did not own a mobile telephone he looked incredulous, and seemingly did not believe me. I left him there - it was getting too cold and dark to be sparring with a kid trying to earn some commission. 

If I have recently given the impression that Erith Pier is now purely for leisure use, then let the photo above give lie to this; it shows a Dutch bulk freighter moored on the pier a while back. I quite regularly see all kinds of small to medium sized commercial vessels tied up whilst their crew visit Morrison's to stock up on supplies (I kid you not). The River Police have been known to do the same things, mooring their high speed launches whilst they pop into the supermarket for a bottle of milk and a scratch card.

I don't send Christmas cards, so please don't be offended if you know me and have not received one.  Suffice to say that if I did send one, and you got the regular Sunday evening Blog update Email, you would have received a card if I sent them. When Christmas cards were invented by the Victorians (a gentleman called Henry Cole is credited with their creation); it was to send greetings to distant family and loved ones that they might only see once in every few years. Any other communication would have to be by letter, laboriously written and delivered by hand, often taking several days to arrive by horse or foot. Now we have the ability to communicate instantly, anywhere in the world, the whole tradition of greetings cards seems to me to be utterly redundant. The energy used to produce, then deliver the piece of compressed then coloured and processed slice of wood and fibre pulp seems utterly wasteful when an Email can do the same thing just by pushing around a few tame electrons. The whole concept of celebrating a winter festival created by an ancient belief system (the Pagans), which was then conveniently hijacked by a slightly less ancient belief system (the Christians), then given a makeover by the Victorians, and now presented as the highlight of the commercial year all gets somewhat lost on me. The idea of "It's the middle of winter, the days are short and cold, and the nights are long and colder still. Let's have a party!" makes perfect sense, but I get very confused by all the accumulated baggage that comes with it nowadays. 

Talking of Christmas, I have noticed a big change in behaviour of people at office parties held in pubs and restaurants in London. This year the events are all very much smaller, and the participants are heading back to the office by about 3pm in many cases; the extended and extremely boozy events of yore most definitely seem to be a thing of the past - for a while at least. People are highly aware that their jobs may be at risk, and don't want to make an idiot of themselves in front of the boss. One still unfortunately encounters the "amateur drinkers" on public transport - something I have written about in the past.

Bill Hicks, foul mouthed renegade standup comedian, philosopher and humanist would have been fifty this week; he died aged thirty two of pancreatic cancer in 1994. If you are in the UK you can see a documentary about his life on BBC iPlayer by clicking here (one week only). In my opinion he was not the ultimate funniest comic, but by goodness he was the one that made you really think. A short clip of him closing his act, not in the way a conventional comic would. A sad loss and a hugely influential man.