Showing posts with label signs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label signs. Show all posts
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Out in the provinces, was seen Tamworth Co-operative Ltd as a fading sign from last century, where lots of people shopped for their food, produce and goodness knows what, and they held shares in the business.
When the retail 'giants' open up in the suburbs of country towns then the city centre changes. Is that what they really wanted to happen?
South of Tamworth and in the ranges evidence of recent rain was easy to see. The grass was very green.
My gross weight: 82.25kg (-1.75kg)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sand surf swelter and salty sea smells. Holiday makers take note at hot bread shop near the beachside in Crescent. Sorry no eftpos. If dripping wet please dry off before entering shops.
Saturday, October 31, 2009

Full marks for trying. Investments. Sure, Jerry is cagey with money and most things, yet, on the negative side, he is near the centre of economic melt down and the footage was no way like a local shopping centre as I think was intended.
A prize to see him in 'Vegas is offered. Has this swayed the investor/borrower?
It is good to remember him in the series with the devious plots that were simply constructed out of nothing. 'Out of nothing' - sounds like the tactics of the investment bankers.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009

it's easier to live with failure than with regret
Wednesday, June 3, 2009

On another point, while it is nothing new, certain problems on a computer, can be resolved with Systems Restore. At least, XP can be safely returned, by magic, to a date before a disaster occured.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
All measures are tried so as to prevent road accidents from occuring outside our schools.
The school year ends next week. At least this society keeps some individuality in that way.
I vote for a turn around with the local Christmas celebrated in June, Easter in September and all the rest!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Signs. Any blank wall tempts fate and here in tempera is an urban fresco. It's not Kevin 07.
For more romantic communication try Dvorak's Cello Concerto in B minor. I read he was Czech and themes and spirited rhythms from Slavonic folk unfold in this rapturous concerto. Not forgetting his Slavonic dances and New World Symphony.
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