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The other half of the artic experiment in Sheffield. Two MANs await departure from Pond Street. It seems that whoever painted the colour bands on the front wasn't talking to his counterpart attending to the side.
Ticket Car Prank to a retired staff member's car in the admission parking lot on Friday, June 14- Photographed by Maria da Silva
The system was exceptional, touch the screen on the place you want to go. And insert the money into the machine. Out comes to the ticket.
Passport stamps plus my ticket back to SG. We used JetStar Asia. Alright flight for a budget airline.
A Great Western Railway Edmondson outward half ticket for a Bristol Temple Meads - Bridgwater journey. Dated 16th August 1935.
A ticket from an AEG Multiprinter machine. Of German design, and widely used across Europe, Multiprinter machines were used at certain locations on the Western, Eastern and London Midland Regions, until replaced by computerised systems. The ticket is of standard Edmondson dimensions.
The ticket booth at The Fox Theater in Bakersfield California first opened on December 25, 1930. The feature was "Just Imagine", starring El Brendel in a futuristic film about what life would be like in 1980. Also on the bill was a Mickey Mouse feature. The world's most famous cartoon character was only in his second year on the silver screen at the time. The Theater, originally called the Tower Theater, was designed by the famous architect Charles S. Lee in the California Mission style which was very popular in California at the time. William Fox of Fox Theaters oversaw its construction in 1930. The result is one of the finest and most elaborate "movie palaces" of its size built in California.
The Fox is one of a kind and unparalleled in design and acoustics. From vaudeville through the age of the silver screen, the Fox Theater has been, and is, a work of art to be enjoyed again and again. The theater's architecture is ornate, as benefits a 1930's "movie palace", but there was clearly an attempt here to avoid the more frivolous atmosphere of some other theaters. It was built to be a serious center of civic life. The elaborate lobby is far larger than that which would normally be required for this size of theater. It was obviously built as a community-gathering place. The atmosphere the theater itself created was part of any event. It became part of the performance. For a low admission price audiences, during the theater's heyday, would be treated to a combined movie and live performances. These "vaudeville" performances attracted some famous and serious performers as well as the comedians for whom they are now often remembered.
The Bakersfield Fox is an excellent practical auditorium building. Because acoustics were a primary consideration when it was constructed, the Fox has outstanding sound qualities. There were lavish paintings in the auditorium. These artworks were covered over with paint after the earthquake of 1952 but are being restored. Not only was the auditorium interior ornate but the exceptionally large multilevel lobby area was magnificently appointed and has been carefully restored.
In 1977 the big screen went dark as The Fox closed its doors after 47 years in show business. Except for a brief period from 1983-84, The Fox sat silent until June 28, 1994, when The Fox Theater Foundation, a non-profit organization, officially saved it from the wrecking ball. Over 380 "Save The Fox" donations help make the down payment. The restoration began July 1, 1994. It is the contributions from hundreds of Bakersfield area residents that continue to restore the Fox to her former glory. The Fox Theater Foundation's goal is to complete a five star restoration making the Fox Theater the heart of downtown's cultural district.
Rail Ticket: Cheshire Day Ranger - Issued at Manchester Airport
Bus Tickets: Free ENCTS tickets issued by First Potteries between Stoke-on-Trent railway and Hanley Bus Station. Both issued on the 21 service.
Bus One: Plaxton/Alexander Dennis Pointer 43876
Bus Two: Alexander Dennis Enviro 200 MMC 67158
Last autumn, we felt confident enough to start arranging things in the new year. One of these was a show by Chinese acrobats that Jools wanted to see. She got Jen, Sylv and a friend to go. And yesterday was the day of the show. I made it clear it wasn't for me, but I would go up to rephotograph some City churches and we would meet up afterwards for a meal before coming home.
When we arrange things, we don't know what slings and arrows fate might throw at us. In Tuesday's case, it was a Tube drivers strike, and no last minute talks fixed that. I could arrange my trip to avoind using public transport other than the train up and back home, which were unaffected. Jools thought they would be OK, as their tickets were for the Odeon, which she thought was in Leicester Square, but it turned out was the old Hammersmith Apollo. Now, usually this would not have been a problem, but on Tuesday it was.
They arranged to leave an hour earlier than planned and try to get a taxi, which they did after waiting in line for an hour, getting to the theatre just half an hour before showtime, leaving them only time to get a snack.
Their journey up was done outside rush hour, the show ened at five, and they had to get back to St Pancras. Which would prove to be an adventure.
For me, however, it was a walk in the park. And to add to the pleasure of the day, I would meet up with my good friend, Simon, owner of the Churches of East Anglia website, just about every word and picture done by his own hand. His website also covers the City of LOndon churches, so I asked if he wanted to meet up; he did, so a plan was hatched to meet and visit a few churches, one of which, King Edmund, he had not been inside. He wouldn't arrive until jsut after ten to get the offpeak ticket prices, I would get up early as a couple of the churches would be open before nine.
A plan was made, and I had a list of chuches and a rough order in which to visit them.
The alarm went off at five, and we were both up. I having a coffee after getting dressed and Jools was to drop me off at the station, and as we drove in the heavy fog that had settled, I realised there was a direct train to Cannon Street just after seven, could I make it to avoid a half hour layover at Ashford?
Yes I could.
Jools dropped me off outside Priory station, I went in and got my ticket, and was on the train settled into a forward facing seat with three whole minutes to spare.
The train rattled it's way out of the station and through the tunnel under Western Heights, outside it was still dark. So I put my mask on and rested my eyes as we went through Folkestone to Ashford, an towards Pluckley, Headcorn, Marden to Tonbridge, Sevenoaks and so onto south east London. The train filled up slowly, until we got to Tonbridge which left few seats remaining, and at Sevenoaks, it was standing room only, but by then its a twenty minute run to London Bridge.
After leaving London Bridge station, the train took the sharp turn above Borough Market and over the river into Cannon Street. I was in no hurry, so enoyed the peace and space of an empty carriage before making my way off the train then along the platform and out onto the street in front. A heavy drizzle was falling, so I decided to get some breakfast and another coffee. Just up Walbrook there was an independent sandwich place, so I went in and asked what I wanted: faced with dozens of choices, all made to order, I had no idea.
I decided on a simple sausage sandwich and a coffee and watched people hurrying to work outside. I had all the time I wanted.
I check my phone and find that opening times were a little different, but St Mary Aldermary was open from half eight, so I check the directions and head there.
It was open, mainly because there is a small cafe inside. I ask if I could go in, they say yes, so I snap it well with the 50mm lens fitted, and decide that something sweet was called for. They recommended the carrot cake, so I had a slice of that and a pot of breakfast tea sitting and admiring the details of the church. Once I had finished, I put on the wide angle lens and finished the job.
Just up the lane outside was St Mary-le-Bow, which should also be open.
It was. Also because they had a cafe. I skipped another brew, and photographed that too, and saw that the crypt was open too, so went down the steps to that. Simon tells me that the church got it's name because of the brick arched crypt: bowed roof.
A five minute walk past The Bank of England was St Mary Woolnorth and St Mary Abchurch: both open, and both recorded by my camera and keen eye.
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Opinions vary greatly as to the merits of this church, observed Margaret Tabor in her splendid little 1924 volume London City Churches, a review of all those churches in the City built up to the end of the 18th Century. Some critics point to it as an illustration of the lack of genius of Wren's pupils... others find "much refinement" in the north front, and admire the classical details... The clanging quotation marks that drop around the words 'much refinement' probably tell us all we need to know about Ms Tabor's opinion. The pupil of Wren who was lacking in genius on this occasion was Nicholas Hawksmoor of course, who is today recognised as quite the most innovative English urban church architect of the 18th Century. That Ms Tabor was not without allies is reflected in the fact that on several occasions this building has been threatened. In 1863 an application was made for its demolition, so that the land could be used for the construction of Bank underground station. The parishioners fought off the attempt (in the event, the station was built in the crypt, and the neo-classical screen now hosting a Starbucks to the south of the church was built as the station entrance). In 1919, the Diocese of London's Commission into City Churches recommended St Mary Woolnoth as one of nineteen churches for demolition, the proceeds going to the construction of new churches in the suburbs.
St Mary Woolnoth's superb location at the meeting point of Lothbury and King William Street is of course the main reason for these periodic avaricious attempted land grabs, but it must be said that over the years there are many people who haven't really 'got' St Mary Woolnoth. The purity of the Classical form is undoubted - how the Victorians must have hated it! - but that box of an interior, unrelenting in its mathematical perfection, is easier to admire than to love. When the galleries were in situ and before the high box pews were replaced it must have been a claustrophobic experience sitting here on a Sunday, despite the light from above. Sometimes I take people in here and it blows them away, it takes their breath away. It doesn't do that to me. Perhaps I, too, am one of the people who don't really get St Mary Woolnoth.
Quite what TS Eliot thought of it I don't know, but his own memories of working in the City which weave their way into his masterpiece, The Waste Land, recalled the church very precisely:
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
One of the rectors here at the end of the 18th Century was the hymn writer John Newton. Newton had been a slave trader in an earlier part of his life, but repented and became a vocal opponent of the trade. He is buried here, and his epitaph, although fully in the language of early 19th Century pious memory, is still rather moving: John Newton, clerk, once an infidel and libertine, a servant of slaves in Africa, was by the rich mercy of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, preserved, restored, pardoned and appointed to preach the Faith he had laboured long to destroy.
Simon Knott, December 2015
The 2010 FIFA World Cup ticketing queue outside FNB Vineyard Street in Claremont at lunch time on the first day of over-the-counter sales.
I took this photo an year and a half ago, after acquiring exactly 17 tickets for the June 21st Depeche Mode concert in my hometown Sofia, Bulgaria. Sadly, I've lost the original, so I'm not really sure what camera I took it with. I'm quite past that laptop also, having changed some 3 or 4 MBPs since that date.