The AP says British Telecom is ready to sell the tunnels they own that run under London:
The Kingsway Tunnels, originally built in 1942 to protect Londoners from German air raids, are being put for sale by their current owner, telecommunications company BT Group PLC.
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BT spokeswoman Gemma Thomas said Saturday that the company no longer needed the tunnel because the Internet was cutting down on the need for telephone exchanges. She said restrictions on the tunnels’ use meant they could not be converted into a cool new concept hotel, an underground office or a subterranean home. BT suggested they might be suitable for government use or for a major corporation.
A museum comes to mind. Wonder who wrote/lobbied for restrictions on use.
Officials in Jamaica are on the trail of stolen sand. The BBC reports:
…the deputy commissioner for crime at the Jamaica Constabulary Force, Mark Shields, insisted this was not an open-and-shut case.
“It’s a very complex investigation because it involves so many aspects,” he told the BBC.
“You’ve got the receivers of the stolen sand, or what we believe to be the sand. The trucks themselves, the organisers and, of course, there is some suspicion that some police were in collusion with the movers of the sand.”
Police said they were carrying out forensic tests on beaches along the coast to see if any of it matches the stolen sand.
Wonder if they could start hiding rfid grains to ease the investigation next time.
I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I’ll be alright
Perhaps it’s just imagination
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day
I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I’ll be alright
It’s just overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
And I, And I
And I wanna be that sleep
That brings your dreams
And I wanna be that need
That plants that seed
And I wanna be that beast
You’ll wanna feed
And I wanna be that horse
That’s running its course
And I wanna be that fire
Wanna be that fire
Lets just run away
So far away
From those things we do everyday
Oh lets take those beautiful days
Tuck them away
For those days when its hard to play
Those days when its hard to say
Those days when nothing goes your way
Those days, those days, our days
Lets just run away
So far away
From those things we do everyday
a blog about the poetry of information security, since 1995