Brum, a library and sleeping

25 October 2013

Yesterday afternoon it was nice enough for me to drive over to Brum for a few hours.  As usual I had decent time there snapping away there merrily.  From the 40 shots I got, only 14 are worth keeping.  That's not too bad though.  I've known some snapper who will snap hundreds of shots on one shoot and only keep one or two.  I've often wondered how far off useful they deem their shots to be. 

While there I managed to get into the new library ... 

Here's a shot of it now it's open.  That is one good looking building to my mind, BUT ... and it's a big but too, there are only three general lifts and one of them was out of order yesterday.  Of the other two, one went up to level 9 and one only went up to level 4.  The lifts themselves were smooth when I finally got on one.  But they are very small ... 

As you can perhaps see with me in there on my scooter there was very little room for anyone else, as you can see.  With one of the three out of use the wait for the one working lift to level nine was very long. 

It's not just that but the programming of them seems to be way out!  I pressed the button to go up and watched it's progress.  It stopped on two before stopping on four; then went straight back down to one!  I gave up at that point.   A lot more work needs to be done there - including cleaning the windows.

While in Asda on my way home I bought three now DVDs; we watched one last night, World War Z.  If I had noticed it was a zombie I would have bought it, they are far too silly to be taken seriously in my view.  Brad Pit is usually pretty good and that's why I bought.  I shall be more careful what I buy next time.

I'll give you one more photo today ... 

A sleepy chap in Centenary Square.

And the Sage spoke once more ...

A man died and went to Heaven. As he stood in front of the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, 'What are all those clocks?'
St. Peter answered, 'Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone who has ever been on earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock move.'
'Oh', said the man. 'Whose clock is that?'
'That's Mother Teresa's', replied St. Peter. 'The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie.'
'Incredible', said the man. 'And whose clock is that one?'

St. Peter responded, 'That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abraham told only two lies in his entire life.'
'Where's Tony Blair's clock?' asked the man.
St Peter replied, ‘We are using it as a ceiling fan.’