Oh go on, then. Lots of coffee and psychedelic music and crushes as mood-altering phenomena!!! Off you go!
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:07 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ed (dali), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ed (dali), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:16 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ed (dali), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:23 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:24 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ed (dali), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:26 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:29 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ed (dali), Sunday, 16 March 2003 14:35 (twenty-three years ago)
(well, the Picts did get mildly overrun by the Vikings, but noone bothered to write much down about it at the time so it's Not Historical)
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 15:04 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Sunday, 16 March 2003 15:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 15:15 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (dali), Sunday, 16 March 2003 16:38 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (dali), Sunday, 16 March 2003 16:47 (twenty-three years ago)
Which river is it that runs through the middle of Sloane Square station in a big iron pipe?
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:13 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:27 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:31 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:32 (twenty-three years ago)
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:35 (twenty-three years ago)
― MarkH (MarkH), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:38 (twenty-three years ago)
yes, the Fleet flows through a pipe at the bottom of my road. Almost all of London's rivers are in pipes now. Something like a dozen of them!
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:41 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:43 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:45 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:47 (twenty-three years ago)
"yeah what's it called"
"well it was going to be under construction but then michael douglas opted out and we changed the story to one of love and loss in a small indie village"
― Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:49 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 17:58 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:01 (twenty-three years ago)
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:07 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:10 (twenty-three years ago)
The first Outer Hebridean trip, we were digging up some sort of mysterious settlement that was probably medieval but might have been earlier. It was probably a pottery kiln, because there were bits of misfired pottery everywhere on the site. The dig went quite well, overall, but was far too large for us to excavate properly.
The second one, the main aim of the dig was to find field walls from the Neolithic period, all buried under 2-3 metres of peat. It wasn't *too* successful, really. The geophysics were no use at all. Our other sophisticated survey technique - sticking metal rods in the ground and seeing if they hit a rock - produced 50% false positives. Several of the trenches we dug flooded themselves if you took your eyes off them for more than five minutes.
I also did my dissertation research up there, which was qutie nice - I spent three weeks going around the Outer Hebrides (by public transport) taking photos of ruined medieval churches, in a futile attempt to argue a connection between the church locations and pre-Viking settlements. It was rather nice, although as I was on my own I couldn't do any digging.
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:19 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:23 (twenty-three years ago)
Oh, the helicopter rides were pretty cool too. We only got a couple, though, not all the bloody time like on Time Team. It was to carry soil samples back from the first site, which was about 20 minutes walk from the nearest track, across a featureless bog. We had several hundred samples, each so heavy that most people could only carry one at once. Solution: phone up the coastguard helicopter and offer them a crate of whisky if they'd do us a favour.
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:24 (twenty-three years ago)
So long as the coast guard don't consume the whiskey *while* they fly, it sounds like an ideal solution for all!
Peat-fight, wah-hey!
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:29 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Sunday, 16 March 2003 18:34 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Monday, 17 March 2003 14:15 (twenty-three years ago)
We loved "Time Team." Saw them actually engaged in a dig (Tony Robinson whizzing around on a motorbike) when we were up in York, Sept '99.
Sometimes I am this far away from packing my bags and going to live in York. It's a nice place and I'd be left alone there.
― Marcello Carlin, Monday, 17 March 2003 14:30 (twenty-three years ago)