The snow may have brought London to a halt, but the blogorash just keeps spreading. Here are a few of the things that caught our eye out there this week...
Thankfully Onionbagblogger's new darts (yes, darts) didn't literally catch our eye, but we did it think it was nice in an age of game consoles that at least one Londoner was enjoying himself the old fashioned way:
Ah yes - the darts... 23g of tungsten treasures. Straight as an arrow (naturally) and with the amazing ability to add an extra ten or so to my average score each throw. A bad workman never blames his tools, but a dodgy darts player has plenty of arrow love.
But just to bring us bang up to date Annie Mole reveals that Second Life has its own tube station:
Personally I can't think of anything worse than travelling on a virtual underground. The real one is bad enough, so why would you want to put yourself through this in a virtual world?
Because if the train gets delayed you can turn it off and play Resident Evil?
Things get a little more serious with the arrival of deadly bird flu, as can be seen in the tone of Pigeon Blog's startling headline, Bird Flu Hits The UK / Turkeys Everywhere Shit Themselves:
A whole farm full of turkeys in Suffolk. Poor fucks. Just got over Christmas, and now this.
Meanwhile Jon from East London Life made us aware of the campaign to save Queen's Market:
I will admit to being a huge fan of Queen’s Market. It is, in my opinion, the most vibrant market in all of London. So I can’t help but feel a good deal of sympathy with the Friends of Queen’s Market, a campaign created to save London’s most ethnically diverse market from being turned into an Asda (Wal-Mart), which has largely been achieved.
However, the market is not out of the woods yet. Campaigners are now working to force the council to act to keep the current developers, St. Mowden from replacing the adjacent Queen’s pub with 370 “executive” apartments and to gentrify the market.
Diamond Geezer takes a break from giving VisitLondon.com a good kicking to host, of all things, a Shipping Forecast quiz. And out of all the great posts about the snow this from Random Acts of Reality was our favourite:
I may have mentioned before how my brother is a teacher, he'd gone to school and had been sent home. Apparently half the teachers hadn't turned up to work and a similar number of children were absent. A cleaner had slipped over in the hall (and then a trampoline had fell on her) breaking her leg. The headmaster then decided to send everyone home.
Cue much phoning of parents and writing of letters. Now the streets of Dagenham are more dangerous than normal, not because of of the snow, but because there are gangs of teenage thugs roaming the place.
Just room for a couple of quick messages. Congratulations to Jess (a somewhat infrequent contributor to Londonist) who has just taken over editorship of The F Word, a warm (somewhat belated) welcome to our friends over at Fridaycities London, and a very happy birthday to The Man Who Fell Asleep who deserves to have a great day for having one of the few MySpace blogs that fails to make your eyes bleed and doesn't feature embedded teenwetting music.
