Mosley Street, the first street in the world to be lit up by electric light bulb.
Imagine living in the building that was the first in the WORLD for this, knowing every other building that has electric light followed suit.
I found a bunch of impressive post apocalyptic images of Britain today, created to help promote the new video game Horizon: Zero Dawn, posted here by Unilad with the title This is what Horizon Zero Dawn would look like in England.
For example, here is my city.
Mind you, I have walked the streets at 6.45 am on a Sunday morning, the resemblance is uncanny. I have to say the street cleaners do a damn fine job.
Below, is Edinburgh.
Edinburgh is a beautiful setting for such a story.
Haaang on, Edinburgh is an English city? Dublin and Cardiff too? I understand that it is a British website, so before I start a post with ‘Dear World’… maybe I have to look inward to find why the UK is still being labeled as England. No wonder the rest of the UK (and Ireland) hate us…
It reminds me of the time Grand Theft Auto took a stab at this. Introducing Frankie Boyle with ‘All the way from Scotland, England’. I don’t often say this, heck I probably won’t ever again, but I recommend you read the comments and not the actual video if you are easily offended. Classic Frankie material here.
At least they were making a point (much of the Rockstar team are Scottish and based in Edinburgh). I mean how hard is it to differentiate between England, the UK and Ireland?
Again, alternate facts is an epidemic passed on by more than Donald Trump, even if he is given the credit for it.
Do what people advise against.
Speak to the people you were told not to.
Think outside of what you’ve been taught to believe.
Love the person you’re meant to dislike.
Travel to the places you are told are forbidden…
If not, what’s the point of living?
Just be sensible. There’s a difference between adventure and stupidity.
2017, it’s all gloom so far. I’m not referring to Trump, I mean going from this…
My friend called this afternoon, warning me not to go out as he was in town and Storm Doris has hit. Naturally, I decided to head out.
I love this kind of weather. I find it relaxing to walk in the rain. How stormy can a British storm be? Saying that, Doris has already claimed a life a little further south, which is always tragic to hear. They are getting hit much harder.
It’s like walking at 6am. You are the only one out, braving the cold and wet whilst the joggers have a day off. I would have walked on top of the above structure if it wasn’t closed for the day. It leads right into the River Tyne, the birth place of the Carpathia, the ship that rescued Titanic. Here it is from another angle.
So yeah, I love the harsh winter weather, the wind and horizontal rain, it makes me feel alive. I have a bad case of face ache, but I’ll thaw out. Bring on the summer so I can complain about how hot it is, it’s a British thing.
A stranger set me straight today after I said ‘I’m not bad thanks’. He said if I am not bad then I am obviously good. It is also quicker to say I am good so there is no excuse for a little more optimism.
Don’t be like me. Be like stranger. He is more optimistic.
I’ll try my best to change.
I love living in a small city. It’s commutable, people have time to have a chat in the street and there is just the right amount of variety. That is until the Christmas shopping starts. I always tell myself I could live in a big city, until I find myself walking around a toy store looking for a present for my Goddaughter, fighting the crowds like it’s a Prodigy gig.
I remind myself that some cities are like this all the time. If you live in a big city, you have my respect.
I must have been one of the first people they had spoken to since arriving in Europe. Travelling all the way from Lubbock TX, they were delighted when I told them I once lived and worked in their city. For them it was a huge coincidence. For me, in a job that involves speaking to many international travelers, it was a matter of time.
Not to take anything away from the chat, it was great to meet them and brought back some awesome memories. I remember being in their shoes in their home city. It was just as much of a surprise when a guy at the bar recognised my accent and told me how he went to school in my hometown. It was very funny to hear how we brought back the northern English accent that had clearly faded over time.
It was also a surprise when I bumped into a friend in New York City, checking into a hotel as I was checking out. Being so far from home, it took a while to sink in. We crossed paths like we did at college and the local store. A couple thousand miles did not change anything.
The more I travel, the more I have these experiences.
I hope I’m not the only one!