A little random. A discarded pair of jeans by the fire assembly point.
Had a near-death experience brought two colleagues together in the heat of passion (and a massive office fire)?
Had they cast aside their clothes with gay (or straight) abandon to share the joy of survival only to dress hurriedly and not-quite-completely afterwards?
I, for one, would notice if I had neglected to put my strides on, but smoke inhalation and post-coital endorphins can do funny things to the best of us.
Posted by pottaz on May 20, 2010
I was looking for an image of Stevenage Leisure Park and I found this, courtesy of craigyt.co.uk
Super job. It’s perhaps not quite as grim as this in real life. At night with the bright lights turned on, one feels strangely drawn to SLP’s many attractions.
A former Stevenage resident (currently living in Russia) has pointed out to me her delight at seeing the SLP signposted at a ‘tourist attraction’ complete with official brown road sign. It looks like this:
This denotes a 'pleasure or theme park'.
Posted by pottaz on May 6, 2010
Easily visible from Stevenage station is the Stevenage Leisure Park. So long as your idea of leisure is cinema/gym/bowling/McDonald’s/nightclub, you’ve come to the right place.
The jewel in its crown is the multi-multi-screen Cineworld. I picked my son from there at the weekend. He’d just seen Iron Man 2 (verdict: great!). As I loitered in the foyer, trying hard not look as though I was there to pick up girls, I looked up and saw this rather menacing chap wearing what looked like a welding mask in a DJ booth overlooking the exorbitantly-priced snacks.
DJ Popcorn-Popper in the house.
It turns out that he’s neither welding, DJing or hatching a plan to take over the world; he’s making fresh popcorn which then somehow descends into the units below ready to be consumed by hungry movie-goers.
I swear that window wasn’t there before. It all seems to be part of a plan for Cineworld to show the world that their popcorn is made fresh on the premises, rather than shipped in pre-popped (which is what they might have done before – allegedly).
While I was at it, I aimed my phone’s camera at the mirrored ceiling. This is what you get when you do such a thing. Can you spot me?
Looking up, looking down.
Posted by pottaz on May 5, 2010