And so farewell then The Charlotte in the City of Death. Despite its geographical location, the boozer with a back room for bands holds fond memories for me (and believe me, there's not many of those that I came away with from the City of Death.) I seemed to spend every night there from '93 -'95, three quid on the door and a different band (and girl) every night. The archetypal toilet venue had it all - city centre location, decent beer and a back room venue which was the perfect size for any passing band on the up. Where are DPW going to play their annual Christmas concert now? Plus when did The Charlotte lose the Princess prefix?
Mmm - Herne Hill has got history on this. Four years on from when the padlocks first went up on the velo, and the mysterious Dulwich Estate is starting to lose patience with the cycling community once again. For patience, read property value. SE22 is one of the most prime property postcode areas in the capital. But how to kill off cycling in South London, what with 2012 creeping up on us? @lb_southwark is all too aware of the political implications. It is also pretty much powerless to intervene against the serious capital that the Dulwich Estate can 'negotiate' with. Great timing, what with the annual Good Friday Herne Hill meet almost upon up.
And so the home of superbikes welcomes... bicycles. An interesting move. In a summer season when every weekend seems to have some sort of festival loosely themed around a particular leisure activity, it was only a matter of time before the corporate crowd over at Future Publishing cashed in on cycling. I love the cycling community, but y'know - would I really want to spend an entire weekend with like-minded lycra freaks? Look beyond the trade fair masquerading as a festival, and organise your own cycling weekend away instead. Overnight bike trips are perfect for escaping the city for a short period. I like the idea of the Biggest Ever Bike Demo Day, but I reckon my idea of a bike demo doesn't match up with the corporate cash in Future Publishing is proposing.
Blimey. Student sit-ins have changed somewhat. Back in the day and it was all about bolt cutters outside the JCR at midnight. Now it's all over the modern interweb. Good luck to the undergraduates of Sussex. I still remember fondly the epoch defining moments when the *cough* fine young academic minds of the University of Essex stormed the lecture theatre block, in protest of Swamp Thing being thrown out of his hall of residence (the mucky pup deserved it - he hadn't has a shower all term.)
My Art Deco Dream home is long gone. All that remains now is a rather unsightly large puddle that overflows on to the Clap'ham Road at the slightest hint of rain.
Meanwhile, the 'period town house' (junkie squat) remains standing. Something to do with being a listed building, as my Freemans site foreman friend let slip the other day.
Apparently listed status was in the pipeline for my Art Deco dream home, but our good friends over at Lambeth Council pressed ahead with the cafes, bars and eateries nonsense before the process was complete.
The local economy needs stimulating, and we all know that construction is the starting gun for such grand economic regeneration. I still manage to afford myself a sly smile though, knowing that the Freemans project was given the go ahead during the peak of the property boom, and the bulldozers moved in just as the credit was starting to crunch.
I'm rather looking forward now to a landscaped public square providing the perfect setting for a planned array of cafe's, bars, eateries and shopsold school warehouse parties whilst we await the arrival of the Clap'ham-isation of SW8 to filter down to Sunny Stockwell.
Some interesting observations from looking at mytweetstats. In particular, I like the my daily Tweet Density diagram, showing at what times of the day I'm likely to be tweeting.
Sunday's early evening peak can probably be best explained as the modern interweb Sunday evening hour. It's well known fact that the entire population of Britain escapes from Summer Wine / Songs of Praise / Antiques Roadshow crap on a Sunday evening and migrates en masse to the modern interweb. Wanna eBay something? Make sure you set your auction to end during the Sunday evening modern interweb hour.
Monday is steady - I blame this as a consequence of struggling to get to grips with the start of the new working week.
Tuesday has a steady build up as the day progresses. An interesting exercise would be to graph this alongside my fine wine intake for a Tuesday. The second day of the week is a bit of a bender for me.
Wednesday - PMQ's! I seem to have a tweeting frenzy around midday, just as @Gordo, @Dave and the Boy Clegg are taking to their feet. Feel free to follow the action, most Wednesdays around midday.
Thursday - Somewhere in SE17 day. Almost an absence of twittering activity during the day. I've more important matters on my mind, such as podcasting with Boy Y, and making sure that he doesn't take too much of a liking to my MacBook. I seem to make up for the lack of tweets later in the evening.
Friday lunchtimes also look rather tweet friendly. I reckon this is football related. My freelance football work has a midday deadline, which is also around about the time the first news bites are coming out of the Friday pressers from the Premier League managers.
Likewise for Saturday - 4:45 and I'm twit-a-tastic. It's usually nonsense like laughing at "Nigel Clough's D***y," or having delusional aspirations for Forest to lift the European Cup once again.
And so there we have the seven-day cycle of a twitter-er. For a social media tool that is supposed to enable us to communicate in new ways and forms, I seem to be saying the same thing on the same days of the week. Maybe I could write a twitter bot to do the work for me?
Some diverse and often disparate answers. I like the idea of ID management, as well as the suggestion that social media will enable us to peruse a vocation, rather than a career. The network is simply a means to connect with potential new work projects.
In the end, it's all about dialogue, isn't it?
@magiprint: 'Don't miss the boat on social media - it's a big one.'
A call to arms for local micro-management of social media. It's all good stuff, and something very similar to what I have been advocating / plotting of late. The focus on the skills, rather than technology, seems to be the wrong priority though. The medium really is the message. Get the right platform in place, and the skills will follow.
It never really went away. I was lucky enough to use a Mac as my first machine, studying at a forward thinking College of FE in Nottingham, back in the day. We were introduced to the ease and simplicity of the intuitive OS just three years after Steve Jobs rolled out his first machine. A decade of PC-(un)friendly Universities / employers followed. And then a return to the Mac sometime in '97. Jobs a good 'un - get well soon.
The two twitterati heavy-hitters came close to re-surfacing the Fail Whale late on Friday night, with a (brief) mention of everyone's favourite micro-blogging platform on mainstream terrestrial TV. Cue endless tweets of: 'Trying out Twitter after hearing about it on TV.' Welcome - please do stick around. The love you take, is equal to the love you make.
New Year, new bike, new ride. After an aborted, weather induced roll out last Saturday, 8am and the weekend starts here with my first serious training ride with the lovely Dulwich Paragon.
Back to bedChapeau!
The Paragon cycle early every Saturday morning, meeting up at Crystal Palace Parade, and then rolling out into the country lanes of Kent. This is perfect for me. Pedalling for 30 plus miles isn't the problem; not getting lost is usually my main focus.
But first there was the climb up the Col de Crystal Palace for the meet up. This was the first time that I have actually taken on the category 4 climb without a fixed wheel. Gears are for girls, but gosh - I sprinted (sort of) up to the peak of SE26 with a new personal best. The rather large bowl of Bran Flakes beforehand certainly helped.
I had no idea what to expect from the Paragon riders, apart from past experience of most Ladies and Gents of the freewheelin' road to be rather nice people. Same goes for the Paragon. Within a minute of my arrival I had secured a cup of Cappuccino and had my new bike suitably assessed for the morning ahead.
Thumbs up on both counts.
A pelaton of around forty riders rolled out shortly after 9am, straight down Anerly Hill at a pace that wouldn't repeated for the next three hours or so. It's great fun to descend, but what goes down, also has to go up. With a circular circuit, our sprint finish (yeah, right) would climax with one hell of a gear-crunching climb back up Anerly Hill.
Here's where I get a bit lost. Officially off the A-Z and so I've no idea where we got to. Out past the suburbs, and soon we were into country lane territory. Brilliant!
Bloody black ice...
A couple of guys went over, but nothing serious. It seems I didn't pick the ideal day for my first Paragon run. Truth be told and I was more concerned about all the crap I was picking up that clogged up my bike. That's the sign of a real roadie.
I was rather surprised with how well I managed to keep with the pace in the main pack. I didn't lose the wheel of the rider in front of me (well, apart was one rather embarrassing misjudgement with my gears, which ended with a sudden dismount and a *whisper* walk up the climb. I told you gears are for girls.)
Thirty-five or so miles later and Anerly Hill was staring at us from up above. Time to crank up those gears and get the cappuccinos in once again. The Col de Crystal Palace was a breeze for the descent back towards Brixton.
And so a morning spent in the saddle, and an afternoon spent cleaning up - body and mind. My Dulwich Paragon membership application form has been sent. Same again next Saturday.
'At noon EST, Barack H. Obama became the 44th president of the United States of America. Watch as the Twitter world watched. Above are the tweets worldwide that included inauguration with a positive attitude.'
A fascinating analysis of the twitter stream public timeline. The Special Relationship seems very firmly in place. Meanwhile, the old Iron Curtains remain drawn; down in Africa and the inauguration of a the first black President is tweeted with an 'Obama who?' (...or more likely this is a comment on the availability of the modern interweb in that particular continent.)
I realise I'm blogging to a micro-demographic here, but the website for the best band to come out of the City of Death - EVER, has just had something of a facelift.
Or rather it was scheduled to last weekend.
No worries - Diesel Park West have always been behind the times. A new website, and that headline gig at Wembley Stadium might just become reality. They really should be as big as Bruce.
Almost a year to the day, and it's the return of Lake Lambeth. Nice to know that my local Council has been inactive for an entire year, allowing the SW8 drainage system to spew over yet again.
The slightest drop of rain, and the sewers along the Clap'ham Road from the Bonker's Bible Basher Boozer to the Memorial Gardens becomes clogged up. Not great for any cyclist who wants to avoid a soaking.
More alarming is the overflowing of the wine cellar at onionbagblog HQ II.
And whilst we're on the lido / cycling crossover (which we weren't really, but y'know...) - Jacques Thurston returns to Resonance with a new season of his brilliant Bike Show next week. The show is broadcast every Monday at 18:30 on 104.4 in the London area. Otherwise it's essential podcast action over here [iTunes].
Heads up @JemStone, who was on the case and posted the #inaug09 wordle just seconds after yer man had taken his seat once again. And the best inaugauration coverage? BBC? CNN? Nuts TV?
Nope.
The Twitter #inaug09 hash tag of course. Wonderful first hand accounts and commentary.
There's no such thing as a digital elite on Twitter:
'Many people have a 'quality not quantity' strategy with Twitter where they restrict themselves to following a certain number of Twitterers. But by using certain tools and adopting a certain mindset, I think you can have both quality and quantity. So here's how I follow 2,500 people on Twitter.'
Still in beta, but now available to all without invites. spotify is the golden age of the modern interweb all over again. It's like audiogalaxy never happened. All legal this time. Lovely.
Probably not. It's called social media, not corporate media.
The pace of the Twitter public timeline seems to be mirrored by the realisation by big business in how to use the platform for promotion. It took big media about 18 months to move in on the blogosphere. The loudest voices in that space now comes from the established brands. How long before Twitter is taken over by the blue ribbon companies?
Seems like the fragrant mrs onionbagblogger and I have a second chance to buy our Cumbrian shack. Crow CragSleddale Hall would just be too perfect. Plus think of all the Withnial tourists:
'These are the sort of faces windows look in at...'
Saturday afternoon, and another WWSI meet up with @funkturm. We cycled off from North and South London, and met somewhere in the middle at Joiner Street, London Bridge.
This was a strange location. Mr WWSI informs us that the road runs through London Bridge Station, re-appearing on both sides for some al fresco photo shoot action.
We found the North end, but not the South. There was a big building site in place instead.
Not so sure though about the uninvited presence of a couple of fresh faced PC's from the Met. We were stopped and questioned, less than two minutes of getting our equipment out. Our presence must have been picked up by the CCT around London Bridge.
Questions were asked ('um... we're taking photos,') threats were made for a complete search, but we kept our cool, declined the offer and waved the fresh-faced PC's along their way.
*this photo dialogue piece may, or may not, mysteriously disappear. Coming close to my bandwidth limit for the month and I can't be arsed to fork out for extra MB's*
A 3rd party TfL Google maps mash up that layers the tube lines over the traditional Google map. Thinking of fiddling with the API myself to add in an additional layer covering property. onionbagblog HQ I & II have the Victoria and Northern Line passing below respectively. The 05:12 out of Morden is actually my wake up call for the early, early shift. (Heads up @anniemole.)
*edit* ah, the fragrant mrs onionbagblogger, in a rare moment of clarity, has pointed out that the Google mash up is in fact station to station, drawn with a ruler. The true geographical tube map remains over HERE.
'Uncle Bill has joined Q Radio in the UK as a music presenter. The first of his monthly two-hour shows goes out at 3pm GMT on 18 January. The first show will be repeated the following Tuesday at 9pm, with Billy's next show scheduled for 15 February and the third Sunday of the month after that. Q Radio can be reached in the UK via DAB London digital radio, and the channel can be heard on the digital TV platforms Virgin Media, Freeview, and Sky.'
So yeah - New Year, New Bike (or 'love me, love my bike(s)' as I told the fragrant mrs onionbagblogger as I rolled bike #5 from the fleet back to base on Thursday evening.) The strict house rule of One In, One Out became null and void when I officially gave onionbagblog HQ II Bike Museum status at the start of the year.
There was actually a bit of a gap in my bike collection: two fixies, one pure track and a hybrid. What's a boy on a bike supposed to do when he wants to disappear around the country lanes of Kent at the weekend?
Buy a new road bike, of course.
And so here we have a Giant ONCE frame; an integrated headset, bladed forks and bloody lovely to look at.
Never let it be underestimated the power in having a personal bike mechanic. The boys in Brixton are great, but I found fixed gear gold when Bob (of Bob's Bicycles) and I became best buddies. I put plenty of business his way each month; the odd wheel realignment here, a new crank there, a personal recommendation for every kid Somewhere in SE17 to bypass Halfords and help keep my personal bike mechanic of choice in business.
In return, Bob knew that one day he would get a bike sale out of me. That day came during the first week of the New Year when the dirty deed took all of fifteen minutes to transact. Jobs a good 'un, especially with a generous discount somewhere in the region of £300. Bob knows it's a false economy. I'll only spend the money saved with him over the coming months.
And so in honour of @lancearmstrong, please allow me to introduce to you, um, Lance. With a livery of yellow, and what with Lance returning to the saddle once again next week, there really couldn't be any other name.
Chapeau!
Lance and I went out for a quick spin Friday afternoon. It's not often I get to say that. Nothing too demanding - a quick climb of Le Col de Crystal Palace, up Lordship Lane and then back down Brixton Hill. Forty-five minutes tops.
The frame is incredibly responsive for a road bike, giving a ride that feels more like a spin around the velo on a track bike. I've felt let down by road bikes in the past, feeling the stiffness of the frame and suffering with a very unforgiving ride. Not so on Lance. It's looser than the knicker elastic on a tart's G-string.
Enjoy the ride.
I'm one up, one down on the original wheelset. I suspect the Giant back wheel went for a walk with some bike thief scum at some point. No worries. The front has a light feel - perfect for cornering. I'm quite pleased with the extra weight I'm carrying at the back. At least it should guarantee that I have two wheels making contact with the road at all time.
Bob sorted me out with some new Shimano SPD's ('we'll talk about the cash whenever...') and I insisted on a pair of Armadillos, what with being particularly crap at puncture repair, and all that.
The plan is to join the regular ride with the Dulwich Paragon early each Saturday, which will bring us round to the track at Herne Hill opening again in the summer. I love a full morning spent in the saddle, but I'm crap at planning routes.
If @lancearmstrong can compete on Le Tour at the grand old age of thirty-eight, there's hope left for a veteran like me as I take on Le Col de Crystal Palace.
Meanwhile, m'twitter colleagues were tweeting eyewitness reports and streaming video. Plus twitpic (via iPhone) had the first picture from the groundthe river. A tipping point in traditional journalism? Sure we've been here before, but the difference now is that we can start our own revolution and cut out the middle man.
Plus: check out @lancearmstrong's new set of wheels for the Tour Down Under, starting next Tuesday (it’s not a million miles away from bike #5 of the onionbagblog fleet that I picked up earlier today. More to follow...)
Nu Labour tries to replicate the Huffington Post in the UK. With an end of pier line-up (Ken [um, site could do with a bit of a dust and clean], fragrant Hattie, Lammy,) it all reads like a Red Wedge for the modern interweb; and we all know what the end game was there. Plus I can't help but think that any project fronted by Derek Draper is going to be slightly dodgyeconomical with the truth. If the Cif model is anything to go by, those Nu Labours mods are going to be *cough* rather busy...
After bemoaning the lack of any modern interweb policy from Lambeth Council in the links for yesterday, along comes... e-Petitions. It's not exactly a new idea, using the modern interweb to mobilise opinion. And when was the last time that a traditional pen and paper petition actually helped to shape policy? But credit to the Council for at least putting the idea online. Cheers to @WeLoveLarkhall for the heads up, and oh, whilst we're at it... @clapham, @cllr_robbins and @wellbelove, the man of many smiles. A youtube channel in Southwark? Pah, that's so web 1.0, dahhhling.
Yikes! Southwark Council now has a youtube channel. Still no twitter presence, mind. Meanwhile, across the border and the Lambeth knobbers ponder 'what is this modern interweb you speak of?' as they plough the annual housing budget into another publication of Lambeth S****. Cheers to @SE1 for the heads up.
Plus whilst I'm wearing my web 2.0 hat, I've gone into a bit of an RSS feeding frenzy. Lookey lookey here: It's only the onionbagblog vodcast (urgh!) as hosted by the iTunes store. Blimey. The encoding quality is far superior to that used by (the lovely) viddler, playing back the pure m4v files, rather then a flash conversion.
'On the way home tonight the passenger of a passing van leant out and tried to grab hold of me.
Having given me a good scare, they then accelerated off and did exactly the same to another cyclist a few hundred yards down the road. We both got the vans details and have reported the incident.
This was in Tooting Bec, along Dr Johnson's Avenue. The van came from Balham and turned off down Tooting Bec Road in the direction of Tooting Broadway.
There's a good chance we weren't the only ones targeted.
If you hear anything similar can you post it up here? The more evidence there is, the more likely there'll be a prosecution.'
As mentioned in the dialogue piece... any WWSI-er's wanting to meet up with fellow photogrpahers, feel free to grab @Jason_Cobb, @funkturm or @beelarge for some offline photo action.
Plus I *really* have been trying to get a poster image to load up at the start of the video using flash. But it's back to black, and bollocks to that.
Now then - donantions please for my server fund? These photo dialogue pieces aren't exactly bandwidth friendly.