On track

While in town today I spotted the Newcastle Light Rail for the first time, as it conducted driver training.

The crew were obviously very happy with the the tram and the training, giving a big thumbs up as the carriage went past.

Later in the morning I spotted some tram related stupidity for the first time, as I witnessed a pedestrian who thought it was a good idea to run across the road in front of an approaching tram.

I hope the new light rail gets patronised more than the current bus network. For much of my trip home I was the only passenger, until suddenly the number of passengers doubled!

Gutter language

It happened again this morning on my way to work. An elderly man (not the same man as before) doing his ‘civic duty’ by throwing rubbish into the drain beside Hunter Stadium. This time however, I foolishly decided to challenge him about this, and in return copped a gobful of abuse telling me to mind my own f****** business.

As I rode away afterwards I reflected … I’m a human being living on this planet … it IS my business to care about how humanity is trashing the planet.

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Neologisms required

As rich as the English language is, sometimes there are moments where there is no English word available to adequately describe that experience. I had two such moments on my cycle to work this morning.

Firstly, that moment, when you’re out on a foggy morning, when the mist disperses sufficiently for you to feel the warmth of the sun on your face for the first time. A subtle, but truly delicious moment that deserves its own word in the English lexicon.

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Secondly, only moments before I took the photograph above, an elderly gentleman walking along saw some litter on the path (an empty beer can), and in a ‘civic minded’ gesture dealt with it by picking it up and … throwing it in the Styx Creek drain, the satisfied look on his face betraying his obvious belief that in throwing the can there he had somehow magically made it disappear! Surely the English language has space for one more word to describe this particular kind of insanity?

Any suggestions?

Confession and true love

Back in July last year I wrote about how a piece of footpath graffiti in Islington reminded me of the Kevin ’07 advertising campaign. While it’s true that it does remind me of that, I must confess that I knew even then that it doesn’t actually say “Kevin 07”.

If you look at it in the right light and the right angle you can see that what looks like a “0” is actually a heart, and the “7” is actually a “Z”, making it “♥Z”. i.e. “lovez” in the funky Z-speak that the krazy boyz and girlz lovez to uze.

So who does Kevin love? For about a year I’ve been looking each time I’ve waited at the pedestrian lights and it’s been a mystery to me. The only thing I was sure of was that it wasn’t Julia!

But this morning I finally cracked it – Kevin ♥Z Morgan !

I hope Kevin and Morgan’s love hasn’t faded as badly as the concrete expression of the same.

Kevin