August 12th, 2004

Sahhf of the river, down Bermondsey way

There was a trailer on the TV about some docusoap featuring someone jumping under a train on the Northern Line (a 'oneunder' in the jargon). It is always the Northern Line...

I cannot help wondering if the reason the new bit of the Jubilee line via Waterloo, Southwark, Canary Wharf etc to Stratford has doors on the platform which line up with the train doors and only open when a train is in the station, is that it was felt that the lives of people who live and/or work in this area (particularly people working at Canary Wharf) are just so much worse than those who live and/or work on the Northern Line, that if they didn't go to this extreme the incidence of 'track pizza' would be just too horrible to contemplate.

(thus speaks a North London bigot :-) )

Beggars In Spain

Earlier I wrote a long and ill tempered entry about
a) these 'how many of these n things have I done / read' lists and
b) the awfulness of Beggars In Spain, one of the books on the list of 100 SF novels floating around

I thought better of it and deleted it.

HOWEVER, lest any of you, or your friends be tempted to think 'the fact that a book is on this list is a sign that I should read it', Beggars In Spain blows chunks. It is an awful Libertarian wish fulfilment novel. The characterisation is lousy, the politics simplistic and the outlook is so insanely blinkered to a U.S. perspective that major plot points just don't make sense.


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