OMG not more

Guess what folks?

They’re building another fence!

Fortunately this one is really well protected by another fence each side of it, so it can’t get scuffed by any passing trucks / kangaroos / Australians / fush.


Look at that picture again.

If you count the blue hoarding behind the metal fence, there are now 7 fences (complete, partial or being built) between Zepler and the building site. Am I the only one that thinks they can probably stop now, and actually put the fecking building up?

Talk about milking a project for all it’s worth.

P.S. It reminds me of the Isle of Lewis, at the northern-most tip of the Outer Hebrides off the north-west coast of Scotland. When I visited in the early 90s, the EU thought it would be a cracking idea to encourage the locals to divide up the land into areas so they could make better use of it. The Scots, being a wily bunch, had a better idea. The locals worked out that if you could build fencing fast and cheap enough, you could live off the EU subsidy for erecting fencing. End result: acres of land divided up into the minimum size required by EU rules. At which point the land was totally useless, but the locals had more beer/whisky money.

What happens if you drill too far?

This is a serious drill.
(Ed — it’s an auger, surely?)


Now that’s going to make a pretty deep hole, by anyone’s standards.

So what happens if you drill too far? What comes out?
Your options are

  1. Water
  2. Oil
  3. Molten rock
  4. Australians

Your answers on a postcard, please. As in all good competitions, everyone entering stands a chance of winning a £10 Amazon gift voucher*.

To prove it does actually go as deep as you think, here’s it just before it gets to the bottom.


Not a lot of drill-bit left.

It’s quite a cool machine. First it drills the hole, then the concrete factory on the far end of that hose starts up:


The hose is connected to the top of the drill-bit (Ed – “auger”, I keep telling you!) which is hollow. As the bit is screwed back out the ground, the concrete is pumped out the bottom end of the bit, filling the hole with concrete.

To polish it off, there are 2 sets of rotating brushes in front of the cab that scrub all the mud off the bit as it comes out. Nice clean drill bit! (Ed — “auger”, FFS!)

*An extremely small chance, much less than 1 in the-number-of-people-who-enter. But a chance, nonetheless.

P.S. Now you can’t un-see that photo either. Don’t blame me, blame Twitter. If it’s going to be stuck in my head forever, it’s going to be stuck in yours too.

Hang on tight peeps!

It must be a whole lot more windy out there today than it appears.

To most people, it is a warm sunny morning with a gentle breeze.


But our wise builders clearly know better.
It is in fact so windy that anything not bolted to the ground is going to be blown away totally!

Fortunately for us the savvy folks are holding stuff down, so poor innocent by-standers are not struck by flying fencing


or even flying 1 tonne water tanks.


If it wasn’t for the valiant heroes desperately hanging on to this stuff, just think of the mayhem that could ensue!

VC’s Awards all round I think, for collegiality and self-less devotion to everyone’s safety in these hazardous conditions.


Piles. And signs. Again.

I promised you all some more details about piles.
(Ed — no, not that kind of piles, that kind of piles)

But like all people, the builders clearly spend most of their time staring at the ground 2 feet in front of them.

So they need lots of signs like this:


My apologies for the quality (or lack thereof) of the photo above. It’s a really small sign.

Because if you didn’t carefully read the signs, you would understandably miss this


in front of you.

After all, without the signs the builders might be able to sue someone when they walk across the site and smack straight into that teensy weensy pile driver.

Mind you, students would still walk into it as they would be staring at their phones full time. But you would at least have the fun of tripping up those who walked into the signs instead. I think we need more signs. I think we need a version of that photo with students zombies marching across it.

Oh boy, I think he’s sulking

Our favourite little cement mixer is having a distinctly bad day. So he’s sitting in the corner sulking, as any little mixer can only be expected to do.

If it wasn’t for our wonderful (Ed — replace that word as you see fit) Minister for Health Jeremy Hunt MP (Ed and you can probably replace the H as you see fit too) having just announced nearly 10,000 extra mental health jobs for the NHS, I would be seriously worried about its mental health. But now, thanks to Jezza, I know the littl’un is in good hands.

If it wasn’t bad enough when he was ignored last time they needed some concrete, they have really gone and done it this time!


That big white thing is pretty much a concrete factory. Most definitely usurping the original.

If you ever wanted to give a bit of kit a decent inferiority complex, that’s got to be a superb way of doing it.

We should start a fund-raising campaign to help support the junior of the two.
“Pennies For Piles” anyone?

(More about piles shortly, and not because I’ve been sat on my arse writing this for too long.)