Cathedral Arcade
Almost hidden away in the bottom of The Nicholas Building is the Cathedral Arcade.
I can’t say I frequent the quaint shops in there — I just use it as a shortcut — but that ceiling is quite amazing.
Some pics from the last week
Sunday afternoon, waiting for the 6:40. Yes, people with grey hair use laptops too.
“Mind the gap” is something familiar to Londoners (where some of the gaps really are worth minding), but this warning has recently shown up at Footscray.
Monday the 16th was not a good day on the Frankston line. I didn’t have long to wait when I got to my station, but the train was full to overflowing by the time we got to South Yarra, and this pic spells out how it was running for time:
And now for something completely different. This amusing sign at ACMI, but I think they have their dimensions mixed-up… it’s clearly two dimensional.
A few pics
It’s nice that the all-new Jazz has come to town… but which town? Judging from the poster, London, apparently, not Melbourne.
The order’s Roll. Beef Roll.
Bless ‘em, they’re trying their best to stop any redundancy redundancy.
No. You don’t understand. IT DOESN’T APPLY TO ME.
(Mind you, with people apparently continually parking on it, it’s looking more like dirt than lawn.)
A few pictures
Apparently Jay has a bowel movement. Not sure why he feels the need to immortalise it on his licence plate though.
There can be few things less appetising in the supermarket than this: Ham & chicken flavoured knob.
Grand Theft Panto? (Sorry, a little joke for the gunzels.)
By the way, my old car finally got taken away the other day. Apparently the engine is going to be extracted and sent to the Sudan — probably not to go into another car, but to work a pump or something. Wow. My old rustbucket might be helping a whole village somewhere.
Winter in Melbourne
A few pictures from Friday.
Bentleigh station, 9am.
Collins Place, 9:30am — The fog had lifted a bit in the city, but it was still evident a few hundred metres up.
Swanston Street, 1:30pm — By lunchtime it was quite hazy.
Swanston Street, entrance to Chinatown, 7pm — In the evening it got cold and dark quite quickly, and gradually the fog descended again.
Phone camera pictures
It’s great having a phone with a half-decent camera. It’s nowhere near as good as my “real” camera, but because I almost always have the phone with me, I can snap photos anywhere, almost no matter what I’m doing:
And because a phone doesn’t look like a camera, even dogs of a nervous disposition, such as Maisie and Jake, who believe that cameras can suck out your soul, can be photographed:
Yesterday this scary looking van was parked outside the Westin hotel in Collins Street. The first time I walked past I was pondering if it might be a disaster recovery crew for computer equipment. Like server failure. But the picture on the side made it look like they might deal with more real-world scenarios.
A little later I went down Flinders Lane, which was closed to traffic, and past the other side of the hotel, and found this:
I overheard someone’s conversation which tied in with what I later saw reported on Channel 7… the hotel’s underground carpark was flooded. Whoopsie.
Sometimes the phone camera just doesn’t quite cut it though. This picture might be vaguely amusing if you could read the ACF Fight Climate Change sticker on the back of the 4WD…
King of the Coke!
A few pics
Some pictures snapped in the last few days…
I’ve never seen them have to explain what Happy Hour is before
Pah, I’m not even going to try
Hands up who remembers Stacks of Slax from The Late Show? Alas, they’ve just closed down.
