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Raffle tickets for a fundraising event. These cost £5 for 5 tickets. All raffle tickets must cost the same price each, whether you buy one or 100.
ambicion: no se cual es
cosas hombres: mala, me aburri
monster: mmm ahi
pandilla: no me acuerdo
tesoro de: será la de nic cage?
viernes de locos: para el cable
amor inesperado: no me acuerdo
I have no idea what this ticket was for/from. printed in Sachsen-Anhalt - Druckvermerk IV - 27 - 13 in 1987. Ag indicates some state organisation.
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Toronto Transit Commission
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Basisinformationen
Unternehmenssitz Toronto, Onatario
Kanada Kanada
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Vorstand Karen Stintz, Vorsitzende
Betriebsleitung Peter Milczyn
Beschäftigte über 12.000
Umsatz 834,13[1]
Linien
U-Bahn 3
Straßenbahn 11
Bus 140
Anzahl Fahrzeuge
U-Bahnwagen 706
Straßenbahnwagen 248
Sonstige Fahrzeuge 1.782 Busse
Statistik
Fahrgäste 471.233.000 (2009)
Fahrleistung 107.609 km (Bus)
11.850 km (Straßenbahn)
74.512 (U-Bahn)
Haltestellen 69
Einzugsgebiet Toronto, Mississauga, Vaughan, Richmond Hill, Markham
Einwohner im
Einzugsgebiet 5,6 Mil. in Greater Toronto Area
Toronto Transit Commission (TTC) ist der Name der Torontoer Verkehrsbetriebe. Gegründet wurde die TTC 1954; sie ging aus der Toronto Transportation Commission aus dem Jahr 1921 hervor. Die Ursprünge von privat betriebenen Verkehrsunternehmen gehen auf das Jahr 1849 mit der Williams Omnibus Bus Line zurück.
Das TTC unterhält drei U-Bahnlinien und eine Schnellbahnzuglinie, die eine östliche Fortsetzung der U-Bahn bildet. Das Netz verfügt über 69 Haltestellen. Trotz der wenigen Linien ist das Torontoer U-Bahn-Netz nach der U-Bahn New York und der U-Bahn Mexiko-Stadt das drittgrößte Nordamerikas.[2] Neben der U-Bahn verfügt die TTC über ein Straßenbahn- und Busliniennetz. 2007 beförderte TTC täglich 1,5 Millionen Passagiere und rund 459.769.000 in der Summe für das komplette Jahr. Im Durchschnitt nutzen 49 % aller Fahrgäste die Busse, 37 % die U-Bahnen und 13 % die Straßenbahnen.[3] Straßenbahnen sind in Toronto rot gefärbt, die innerstädtischen Busse sind rot-weiß.
Neben Bargeld und gedruckten Tickets können Fahrgäste auch sogenannte Tokens für eine Fahrt nutzen. Seit dem 1. Januar 2010 kostet eine einfache Fahrt für einen Erwachsenen 3 $. Darüber hinaus besteht die Möglichkeit Mehrfachfahrten zu lösen oder Tickets für einen Tag, eine Woche, einen Monat oder zwölf Monate zu lösen. In Toronto gibt es über 1200 lizenzierte Verkaufsstellen für TTC-Tickets. Seit 2008 kann auch die sogenannte Presto card genutzt werden. Das ist ein Chipkartensystem, welches bis 2010 für das gesamte Greater Toronto Area realisiert werden soll. Bisher ist es nur für Einstiege im Innenstadtbereich rund um die Union Station nutzbar. de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toronto_Transit_Commission
This morning, I'll show you a little bit of ink I've noticed. When I was growing up, I thought of tattoos as emblems worn by older sailors, for reasons unknown. I didn't give them much thought. Now that they're so popular, they have my attention. They range from the haphazard to the insanely beautiful.
I noticed these two left-arm tats yesterday. This first woman bears a theme of music, time, and flowers.
My very minimalist entry for the 7777 Redux Contest.
No more free rides, your minifigs will now have to pay for their tickets. No more throwing garbage on the ground, either!
Cars all over the garage had tickets for parking in a spot with the wrong decal because there were no other options
I've always been a bit of a packrat, and I've managed to amass a large collection of tickets to various events that I've attended over the years. After the collection had grown to a fairly sizable amount, my intention was always to turn them into collages, but I've just been too lazy about it.
So this past weekend, I finally decided (since I wasn't in the mood to go out in the iffy weather to do any actual "live" shooting) to at least take a shot at creating some "virtual" collages, using a scanner.
Better viewed in the large size.
i had a couple hundred of these guys printed up for the event, via worldwide ticketcraft (they were uncommunicative but delivered quickly). each guest got one; it shows the event information but also includes the guest's table number.
I saw David Bowie twice in 1972: first at Brighton Dome when he was opening for The Groundhogs (!), and then again in May at Worthing Assembly Hall when he was headlining. He was touring the Ziggy Stardust show, but had not yet released "Starman", so although there was a real buzz about his performance (especially at the Worthing gig) he hadn't reached the height of his success.
I remember the silver outfits, Bowie doing his solo acoustic spot, when he sat on a stool and played "Amsterdam", and I remember him simulating oral sex while Mick Ronson played the guitar.
As schoolkids we played Hunky Dory and Ziggy Stardust over and over again. I was lucky to see him playing in two small venues, just as he began to hit the big time.
First day of Christmas/New Year holiday.
And, what with the cold, sore shoulder, allergies and the rest, I would rather just curl up in bed, at least for the first day off, seeing as I was away the first three days of the week. But no.
All the stuff we do, the places we visit, the plants and butterflies, churches and trains are pretty much always my idea.
Yeah, I know, hard to believe, huh?
Jools sometimes likes to do things, sometimes I don't want to tag along for, sometimes I do. But back in November, the original plan when we visited the Blake exhibition was to go to Greenwich for the Moon exhibition. Circumstances meant that we didn't leave the pub until it was nearly time to go home.
I know, how could that happen?
Well, with both of us off on Thursday, we booked tickets for Moon, and planned our trip up to that London.
I didn't much feel like it, but I knew there was always a photographic opportunity and double so as near to the exhibition there is The Queen's house and the very photogenic Tulip Stairs.
OK, I'm in.
Our initial plan was to catch an early train, but study of the ticket prices showed that if we waited until arriving in London after ten, halved the ticket price. It would have cost £144 for the two of us, a hundred of that on the outward trip alone.
So we have to wait, and fritter away the morning and daylight at home, having breakfast, coffee, more coffee and taking a shower.
So, at quarter past nine we load the car with ourselves, and for me a single camera(!), well, the compact doesn't really count as I always carry that, but one DSLR with the nifty fifty attached, drive down Station Road to the, er, station.
We get our tickets, and wait on the platform, while other passengers arrived, meaning there was a good 20 of us by the time the train arrived.
It was always going to be busy, but it seems that Thursday was also the first day of the school holidays, so the train would be packed. And it was, packed, by the time we left Folkestone, standing room only. We had seats, mind.
We get off at Stratford, then walk through the gaudy glitz that is Westfield, marvelling at the glittery crap that was in the windows: who buys this tat? Well, most of the people around us, already laden down with armfuls of shopping bags.
We travel light.
At Statford Regional, we stop for a mid-morning snack of lamb samaosas from the small kiosk, then take the warm delicacies to the DLR train waiting to take us to the ultra-modern dystopia that is Canary Wharf.
Running out of Stratford, we see the Crossrail tracks dive into the ground marking where the central section begins in the east of London. Pudding Mill Lane station has been moved to allow the tunnel to be built, so we can no longer use it to snap railtours heading to East Anglia.
More's the pity.
We have front seats of the driverless train, meaning we see the tracks stretching along to the old Bryant and May match factory, before the line turns south to Poplar and Canary Wharf.
We change trains for one going to Lewisham, again taking front seats so we could enjoy the view as the tracks weave their way through massive skyscrapers, before dropping to street level for the run to the river, along which, normal people live, rather than where the super-rich work.
Through my favourite named station, Mudchute, and itno the tunnel under the river to Greenwich.
Greenwich is another world. dominated by the old hospital, observatory and other magnificent buildings, it is a tourist trap, but spacious too, and not many people sunbathing in Greenwich Park on a mild but damp Thursday morning in December.
We walk along the main road, then along to the Maritime Museum, then down steps to the exhibition area. Jools has the tickets on her phone scanned, and we're in.
The exhibition was rather good, as it examined our relationship through art and science with the moon, not just about the moon landings. It was rather fascinating, as we knew it would be.
Lots to see and enjoy, works of art, scientific documents and tools. And videos to watch and learn yet more stuff.
And it was pretty quiet, with just a few other visitors who were quiet too, and took time in looking at each piece.
After an hour, we were done, and from the museum it is a short walk to the Queen's House.
It was built by Charles 1st, before he lost his head, and designed by Indigo Jones. I mean, the King didn't build it, he paid for it. Or the country paid for it. You know what I mean.
And part of the orginal building was the fabulous "Tulip Stairs", which might not actually tulips, but are stairs. When I say not tulips, I mean representation of tulips.
You know.
We walk past the ice skating rink, which is blaring out Christmas songs, nearly downed out by the screaming of children and teens as they fall over and over.
We walk by to the basement entrance to the house. We are greeted, told where to go, and there is no charge, just a voluntary contribution.
I rush on hoping to see the stairs, but the modern stairs we climb up open onto a large entrance hall with a stunning black and white tiled floor.
But through the arch to the right, I saw the risers of te Tulip Stairs. I walk towards the stairwell and find I am the only one there, so I can snap away to my hearts content.
Mwah ha ha.
I snap it from the bottom, middle, with both the DSLR and compact.
Then out onto the balcony to snap the floor of the reception room from abaove.
We explored the ajoining rooms, all lavishly decorated and filled with paintings, including the "Armada" portrait of Elizabeth I.
I snap that too.
By now it was raining outside, so we beat retrat to a pie and mash shop we had spotted near to the station. We go in an I have beef pie and mash, Jools has chicken and mushroom pie and mash, bit covered in liquor, a sauce flavoured with parsley.
I have wanted to try proper pie and mash for ages, now I have, and well. Pie and mash was once a staple of tradition London food, with shops all over the East End, most have closed, but this one remains, and worth a visit.
Outside, it was raining harder than ever.
So we rush to the station and get a train to Bank Station in the City.
From there we catch another train to Embankment, as we were to check on whether my Granddad's medals have been mounted. We had dropped them off back in November, and heard nothing.
In among the theatres is the London Medal Centre, and after some searching, they bring out the frame, and it looks fabulous. I mean, really good.
The medals have been remounted with new ribbons, the medals polished and the photograph trimmed so it is now straight.
We were going to head to Regent Street to see the Christmas lights, but it would be even more corwded than here. So, I make an executive decision that we would head home.
Now.
Jools didn't argue.
Back to the underground, north one stop to Leicester Square and change onto the Piccadilly Line to Kings Cross.
There was time to get a snack from M&S before we go up to the platform to wait for the Dover train to pull i so we could nab a seat.
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Queen's House is a former royal residence built between 1616 and 1635 in Greenwich, a few miles down-river from the then City of London and now a London Borough. Its architect was Inigo Jones, for whom it was a crucial early commission, for Anne of Denmark, the queen of King James I. Queen's House is one of the most important buildings in British architectural history, being the first consciously classical building to have been constructed in the country. It was Jones's first major commission after returning from his 1613–1615 grand tour[1] of Roman, Renaissance, and Palladian architecture in Italy.
Some earlier English buildings, such as Longleat and Burghley House, had made borrowings from the classical style, but these were restricted to small details not applied in a systematic way, or the building may be a mix of different styles.[2] Furthermore, the form of these buildings was not informed by an understanding of classical precedents. Queen's House would have appeared revolutionary to English eyes in its day. Jones is credited with the introduction of Palladianism with the construction of Queen's House, although it diverges from the mathematical constraints of Palladio, and it is likely that the immediate precedent for the H-shaped plan straddling a road is the Villa Medici at Poggio a Caiano by Giuliano da Sangallo.
Today the building is both a Grade I listed building and a scheduled ancient monument, a status that includes the 115-foot-wide (35 m), axial vista to the River Thames. The house now forms part of the National Maritime Museum and is used to display parts of their substantial collection of maritime paintings and portraits.
A page from the out-of-print Ticket Examiners Handbook, dating from 2004, that was issued to guards and other staff involved in ticket checking.
Stormtrooper..."Ticket"?
Bus Driver..."Yes. You can buy one from me. You give me money and i give you a ticket. Quite simple really".
Stormtrooper..."Where do i get money from"?
Bus Driver...."There's a cash machine next to the Corner Deli behind you...OK"?
Stormtrooper..."Thank you Captain. We are from out of town".
Bus Driver..."Really? That's nice".
A common Wayfarer ticket machine that is standard on most of Ipswich Buses vehicles.
I like the way that ticket machines have progressed in 50 years on public transport from the basic portable machines that conductors used right down to the latest state of the art machines seen in this picture.
When I took this picture, this machine wasn't working properly and had to be replaced with another. The bus driver had to ask people to pay at the enquiry office at Tower Ramparts
A small collection of British Railways tickets, mainly from the 1950s & 60s, and mainly related to the town of Gainsborough, Lincolnshire.
Of special interest, at least to me, are:
Top Left: Sheffield (Victoria) to Gainsborough Central - a trip along the old MS&LR line, and from Victoria, which closed in January 1970, and of which not a trace remains today;
Extreme Left, Third Row: A ticket for the old New Holland - Hull BR Ferry, of which there is much nostalgia. The old steam ferries plied their way between Yorkshire & Lincolnshire for many years, having been started by the Manchester, Sheffield & Lincolnshire Railway (as part of their route to the North), in March 1848. The final day of operation was June 24th, 1981, when the ferry became obsolete with the opening of the Humber Bridge, just a short way distant. Note the price - £1.52 - which shows this is post-decimalisation. I made this trip just once, circa 1976, on a return from Gainsborough (Central) to Hull (Corporation Pier). Sadly, I did not take a camera on that most evocative of journeys, which featured two (for me) iconic stations - Gainsborough Central and New Holland Pier. The former was demolished a few months later, and the latter was closed in 1981.
Second from Left, Bottom Row: Lea to Gainsborough (Lea Road). A very short trip (maybe two miles, but though the line is still very much open, the journey is not possible today:- Lea Station closed in 1957.
It's amazing the memories that can be conjured up by a few old, used, railway tickets, which at the time, most people would have considered worthless junk.
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