Wednesday, 28 November 2018

A freehand drawing of a projected Lady Tower in the City of Westminster in juxtaposition to the male towers of the City of London


 
Artist's impression of The Lady Tower on the London skyline
with thanks to CNN.COM for the original image

 



Have at you, gentlemen. I love the way cities give their tallest, often most priapic, buildings descriptive names. We have our share in London. In The Hague, the parallel triangular gabled towers of the Ministry of Health building (a magnificent structure imo) gets called 'Tits of The Hague'. Well, that celebrates womanhood. So, here in London, how about sponsoring a building that celebrates the female genitalia (technical term) to balance things out a bit. 

So may I submit model v.1, top, of how it might look in situ, with a close up, bottom, of the viewing platform. The structure could be called The Lady Tower, a viewing space from within the vulva.  Thank you.


Monday, 12 November 2018

A picture! A new Mr Blobby? Alas, no. It's a picture of failure. In testing my plastic-making skills, you can see my little polymeric spheres have aggregated: they've gone from being separate to sticking together. But they have not yet reached a point where they will fuse to make a single mass that can be moulded. I'll melt them down again next week and try to get the temperature right this time. However, there's something else I forgot to do. Can you work out what it is? Learning note: much better to fail on this small scale than on a larger scale.


Not long ago I attended an open day on the subject of plastic. I know, I know, but not the disposable kind. Plastic is one of my favourite building materials and now that it comes in a thermal form that melts and sets at relatively low temperatures (think 62 degrees C), I couldn't wait to get my hands on some.

Friday, 9 November 2018

Like many Londoners, I live in what architects are wont to call a 'shoebox'. Since it's also central, that suits me fine. The shoebox, however, is part of a late nineteenth century terraced house that's built on a wooden frame. And, well, the floors sag and slope a bit. When I moved in, the slope in the upstairs living room was such that if one moved too quickly across the room there was a distinct possibility that enough velocity would be gained to deposit one at the bottom of the stairs.