How do you fancy these as alternatives to the traditional electricity pylons currently criss-crossing the landscape? They’re one of six designs that made the shortlist of suitable replacements for the UK’s 88,000 pylons.
The UK apparently needs an upgrade of its transmission infrastructure, so the Royal Institute of British Architects, the Department of Energy & Climate Change and the National Grid appealed to various designers for options that balanced energy needs and visual impact.
I’m honestly not sure what I think of them. They all seem radically different to our iconic grey pylons and I have difficulty picturing any of them marching across my neck of the woods…….although, there must be a reason I picked this particular photo rather than any of the others? Most likely the beautiful blue sky…..which has been in short supply this summer.
“He was 21 years old. He was a good lad. Everyone in the community knew him because he stood up for the community. […] I don’t know what to say. He was a good lad. Basically standing there, defending his community.”
Furthermore Tariq Jahan appealed for calm: “I don’t want the community to fall out with people that have got nothing to do with this, the community doesn’t need that.”
His loss for words and trying to make sense of the madness .. God, this really broke my heart.
Riots are about power, and they are about catharsis. They are not about poor parenting, or youth services being cut, or any of the other snap explanations that media pundits have been trotting out: structural inequalities, as a friend of mine remarked today, are not solved by a few pool tables. People riot because it makes them feel powerful, even if only for a night. People riot because they have spent their whole lives being told that they are good for nothing, and they realise that together they can do anything – literally, anything at all. People to whom respect has never been shown riot because they feel they have little reason to show respect themselves, and it spreads like fire on a warm summer night. And now people have lost their homes, and the country is tearing itself apart.
Noone expected this. The so-called leaders who have taken three solid days to return from their foreign holidays to a country in flames did not anticipate this. The people running Britain had absolutely no clue how desperate things had become. They thought that after thirty years of soaring inequality, in the middle of a recession, they could take away the last little things that gave people hope, the benefits, the jobs, the possibility of higher education, the support structures, and nothing would happen. They were wrong. And now my city is burning, and it will continue to burn until we stop the blanket condemnations and blind conjecture and try to understand just what has brought viral civil unrest to Britain. Let me give you a hint: it ain’t Twitter.
I’m stuck in the house, now, with rioting going on just down the road in Chalk Farm. Ealing and Clapham and Dalston are being trashed. Journalists are being mugged and beaten in the streets, and the riot cops are in retreat where they have appeared at all. Police stations are being set alight all over the country. This morning, as the smoke begins to clear, those of us who can sleep will wake up to a country in chaos. We will wake up to fear, and to racism, and to condemnation on left and right, none of which will stop this happening again, as the prospect of a second stock market clash teeters terrifyingly at the bottom of the news reports. Now is the time when we make our choices. Now is the time when we decide whether to descend into hate, or to put prejudice aside and work together. Now is the time when we decide what sort of country it is that we want to live in. Follow the #riotcleanup hashtag on Twitter. And take care of one another.