Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Parking Not Fine

Warning! The following post isn't constructive or creative or related to work or anything artistic, it's just a rant!

I got a parking fine the other day, or a bus lane fine, or a Penalty Charge Notice. I thought it was a mistake. I don't drive in bus lanes, I hadn't parked anywhere I shouldn't have and I didn't think I'd gone down a one way street backwards.

Here's the letter:


and here's the photo from the back of the letter showing my car 'in' the bus lane:


I'd been driving to work on a clear road, following a white van which braked suddenly to turn right. I swerved to the left, moving into the bus lane for a fraction of a second in order to avoid the van. I'd got a £120 fine for doing this.

I've been driving for 20 years and through a mixture of good luck and common sense I've never been given a speeding ticket or had an accident. But living in the Borough of Newham, it's almost impossible to avoid getting tickets from cameras located at the top of masts and being monitored from afar. This is my third ticket.

The first ticket I received was for waiting outside Canning Town Tube station, in a lay by regularly used to pick people up and drop people off. It's regularly used because it's the only lay by there. I couldn't understand why I received a parking ticket for parking there. I stayed in my car for the duration I was waiting, which was no more than five minutes. After conversations with the council it transpired that whilst I'd been waiting in my car all along, I'd been waiting for more than four minutes, after which, by using a remote camera, the council are within their rights to fine people £120. There are no signs I am aware of informing people of this fact. I have no idea how many people have been fined this way.

The second ticket I received was when I took a wrong turn down a back road and accidentally drove over a raised part of the road which does have signs saying that cars are not allowed, but which although obvious, I managed to miss. It's a regular residential road which used to allow cars to pass but which for whatever reason no longer allows anything but emergency vehicles to pass. Again I was fined £120. You can see what I'm refering to here.

Here is a Google map showing the places I've been issued fines.

So with the arrival of this third ticket and what seems like a gross misuse of the power to issue tickets I decided to challenge the PCN. Here's what I wrote on 8th September 2010:



... and here's the response I got 3 months later ...




.... and here, presented in a top ten list, is why the response, and the whole situation has frustrated me enough to spend an hour of my time writing about it when I could be doing something much less boring instead....


  1. I accept that fines can be an effective way to enforce good road use and hence make the roads safer. Nonetheless, any objective analysis of the circumstances, and the photograph of the transgression would surely conclude that it is incorrect to fine someone for avoiding an accident or at the very least, driving safely.
  2. In my challenge to the parking fine I set out the point that I was challenging the parking fine on the basis that it had been issued with no consideration to road safety and this point, whilst being valid -  it's why they issue the fines in the first place, right? - was not addressed in any way.
  3. Despite not addressing my legitimate challenge to the PCN, the last line of the latest correspondence from Newham Council states 'Please note that Newham Council will not consider any further correspondence regarding this penalty charge until the enforcement notice is issued.' This means that I'm not allowed to address the fact that the council have completely ignored my challenge until the fine has changed from the reduced rate of £60 to £120. Furthermore we are talking about a lot of money here. For many people £60, or the full rate of £120 is a days wages and yet the council will not even enter into correspondence relating to genuine grievances and challenges.
  4. The first paragraph of the latest correspondence states 'I apologise for the delay in response which is due to a correspondence scanning backlog'. It took them 3 months to get this letter to me, but I only have 14 days to respond and pay the fine.
  5. If they have a 3 month backlog of correspondence, how many fines are they issuing?
  6. The whole second page of the councils correspondence is dedicated all the different ways to pay the fine, despite this being correspondence relating to a challenge of it. It's amazing, it's almost as if this system is designed to make money for the council rather than for the safety of the residence of the borough who the council are answerable to.
  7. It's a small one this, but why is the London Borough of Newham Parking and Traffic Enforcement section located at 218 miles away at PO Box 1125, Warrington? Why is it not located in the borough that it 'serves'?
  8. 1/4 mile up the same road on which I was issued a ticket it becomes impossible not to drive with two wheels in the bus lane. This is due to parked traffic and oncoming buses on the opposite lane. Everyone has to drive with two wheels in the bus lane. The council doesn't appear to issue tickets for these transgressions, so there seems to be little consistency to the way in which the fines are issued.
  9. I genuinely believe that I drive less safely now than before being issued with this fine. I avoid putting two wheels into the bus lane at all costs, even when it is the safe and sensible thing to do because of close oncoming traffic. It cannot be right that the council's policy relating to the issuing of PCN's causes people to drive less safely.
  10. Councils behaving in this way lead people to have no respect for, or trust in them. As a society we criticise people in our neighbourhoods for dropping litter or painting graffiti through to people not contributing to 'big society' or not paying their taxes and yet I honestly believe that Newham Council and others like them are leading the way in demonstrating how not to be a good and honest neighbour.


So, I don't think I need to say this, but I won't be paying the £60 reduced rate fine. According to their letter, I'm not able to correspond further with the council until my fine has gone up to the full £120. I'll  post here when I hear back from them. Has anyone else had an experience like this? ... something tells me I'm probably not the only one.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Arrival at Pripyat

After alot of driving and numerous checkpoints, we arrived in Chernobyl where we received a quick briefing and were given forms to sign which said we accepted that we would receive internal and external radiation and that we waived any right to claim if our photography equipment was damaged. We were also told to touch nothing and place nothing on the ground. Zak and I had rented Geiger counters for the day as had one other person on the tour. The driver and our guide also had them.

We got back on our minibus and headed to the Chernobyl power plant. Its was stange to see reactor number four in its concrete and lead sarcophagus. I'd seen a number of photos of it, but nonetheless to be there was weird. There was a guard behind us as we stopped to view it and whilst we could photograph the destroyed reactor, we were absolutely forbidden from photographing anything else on the site, which seemed slightly strange.

Pretty soon we were back on the bus and heading around the north side of the reactor towards Pripyat. All of a sudden loads of alarms went off. It was all The Geiger counters on the bus signalling a quick rise in radiation. We were passing through a hotspot which was reading around 6 micro rongens. After a couple of minutes of bleeping, the dosimeters showed the radiation falling quickly back down to around 0.23 micro rongens which was background radiation.

We continuted driving for around 10 minutes before being informed we were now on the main boulevard for Pripyat.  This wasn't obvious as trees had grown high on the central reservation as well as to the side of the road, obscuring the view. I had thought we were travelling down a road through a forest, which of course we were.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Journey to Pripyat and Chernobyl

We got up early and headed to a hotel to meet a group of fellow explorers keen to visit Pripyat. After struggling to find money and then struggling to find breakfast, it was good to get on a minibus and relax into the journey north to the Alienation Zone, otherwise known as the Area of Mandatory Relocation. Our guide was a student from the UK who was doing a PHD looking into tourism around Chernobyl. This was his 23rd visit to the location and he was heading back to the UK the next day. We were really lucky to have him on our tour as he knew loads about the disaster, and was able to answer loads of questions relating to it and provide lots of insight.

A three hour journey north saw us arrive at the first of three checkpoints that would be required to get to Pripyat. The checkpoints were not a cursory or superficial thing. The guards checked the passports of every visitor against the names that had been sent ahead. At each checkpoint our papers had to be in order to proceed further. This highlighted an interesting contradiction in the number of urbex explorers who appear to have visited Pripyat under their own steam as it were, vs the feasibility of actually doing this. The alienation zone is around 200,000 square kilometres, and after the first checkpoint, there is a 10km journey to the second, followed by an 18km journey to the third, so this really isn't a journey you can do on foot, and you really can't get a car in without going through a checkpoint, and you really can't go through a checkpoint without being on an official tour. If you see what I mean..... well actually you can, as we discovered.... but that's another story...

 I forgot to mention that during our journey to the alienation zone, we had been shown a documentary on a TV in the minibus which was made about the Chernobyl disaster. It was a well made film and was absolutely fascinating .... and very sobering. Heres some potted facts and info - when the accident happened, the first people to arrive on the scene were fire fighters who thought it was just a regular fire and were wearing no protection. Two died that night from radiation. 24 died over the next couple of weeks. After 2 days of trying to decide what to do about the burning reactor, the Russian military called their best helicopter pilots back from the Afghan front and they flew sorties over the reactor with soldiers dropping sand bags one by one onto the fire. This was the extent of their plan to deal with the disaster - drop sand bags onto it. Needless to say countless numbers of soldiers who were flying over the fire and dropping sand bags died. 1/4 of all the pilots died within months.

190 tons of nuclear fuel was in reactor 4 when it exploded and the uranium fire it caused was so hot that it melted the sandbags ontop of it and then started to melt the concrete floor underneath it. Below the concrete that it was burning through was all the water that had collected from the initial attempts to put the fire out. Along with many other things that were hushed up at the time, was the fact that there was nearly a second and much more serious nuclear explosion which would have occurred had the nuclear fuel melted through the concrete and come into contact with the water. Calculations have shown that should this have happened the explosion would have been hundreds of thousands of times more radioactive than Hiroshima and Nagasaki and would have likely rendered most of Europe uninhabitable.

All of the Russian focus on containing the disaster centred on ensuring that the melted nuclear material didn't come into contact with the water below it. New sorties were flown over the reactor, this time dropping lead bars and lead shot. These quickly brought the temperature down but also resulted in vaporized and highly radioactive lead. At the same time, miners from all around Russia were drafted in to dig an underground tunnel to below the reactor where they would create a room which would be filled with a cooling system designed to stop the melted core from sinking further into the ground and coming into contact with water. This was achieved with the help of thousands of minors, many of whom died.

As well as containing the melted core, they needed to clean up the massive amounts of radioactive material that had fallen all around the reactor. Initially the military used remote control vehicles, but the radiation was so severe that it destroyed their electronics and control systems. Instead, biorobots were called in .... in other words humans. For many of the areas they were cleaning up, such as the roof of the reactor, 15-45 seconds of radiation was terminal. As such they were told to run and pick up two spadefulls of rubbish from the roof, throw it over the edge and then get out of there. These people would subsequently suffer a life of illness for about a minutes work. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were involved in this operation and in this way, two spadefulls at a time, they cleared up the disaster.

I went off on a bit of a tangent there, but all this information was really insightful when we came to actually visit the reactor and the town of Pripyat.

Night Time Exploration

As well as exploring Chernobyl and Pripyat, I was keen to meet up with some fellow urban explorers in Kiev and see some local sights through their eyes. To this end Zak and I headed out with Sasha and Nastya to get an alternative view of Kiev. After buying 8 bottles of local beer we headed off to explore the town. We'd had a number of discussions about places to visit in Kiev and Sasha's area of expertise is underground tunnels and rivers. Neither Zak and I were equipped for this or to be honest inclined to head below the streets, so instead we headed for an abandoned bridge. The bridge we visited crossed, or half crossed the main river that runs through Kiev, who's name I can't remember. As we walked over the bridge, Sasha revealed that it was the oldest suspension bridge in the Russian region... or at least, what remained of it was. Nearing the first of two towers, Sasha veered towards the 30 metre column on the left and I can remember distinctly thinking that this boded badly ..... drinking Ukrainian beer, at night on the remains of the oldest suspension bridge in Russia and heading towards a potentially scary climb. Sure enough, Sasha's plan was to jump the hand rail, head down a short ladder, onto an improvised wooden ladder which lead to a platform which ran around the stantion and lead to a caged ladder running up 30 metres to the top of the bridge.

Zak declined, I declined. We sat on the bridge deck drinking beer instead. Yes I wimped out, yes, I'm glad I did.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Kiev - Day 1

Today is about getting our bearings in Kiev and doing a bit of planning of urbex exploration for Saturday. Zak and I headed out early to discover a beautiful city bathed in sunlight, full of well dressed people striding around town with a particular sense of purpose. I was acutely aware that I didn't have ANY Russian or Ukrainian language skills, such that I wasn't even able to say thanks or goodbye, but thanks to a slow speaking taxi driver, I now believe 'spas-ibo' is thankyou and 'dos-du-vanya' is goodbye. I could be totally wrong, so I'm going to confirm this after writing this blog. Tea - are you reading this? Am I right? What other phrases should I have under my belt? 'Two beers please' always seems to come in pretty handy as well.

In lieu of any urbex, Zak and pretty quickly found ourselves up a 86 metre bell tower in the City's cathedral. I'm not brilliant with heights and the precipitous climb around the inside of the giant tower had me hanging on to the hand rail far tighter than I like to admit. The view at the top however was amazing and Kiev revealed itself as an ancient walled city with golden church domes and a winding river cutting through lush green forest.

After the cathedral we explored the war museum / memorial. An inordinate number of tanks and tracked vehicles lined wide boulevard style walkways where ubiquitous loudspeakers played somber and moving traditional Ukrainian / Russian music of the kind you get in Soviet war movies.  The place was amazing and there were some truly spectacular statues on a colossal scale commemorating struggles and victories passed. The entire park was overlooked by a defiant robed female holding a sword and a shield emblazoned with a hammer and sickle which made the statue of liberty seem somewhat of a dwarf. Whilst I've taken photos of these things, unfortunately it appears that my 7D will not communicate with my net book, or more specifically, the software that I brought along to install requires a higher resolution machine than I have. Without a card reader, this may mean that photos taken on the 7D have to wait until my return to the UK before I can post them. Bummer. I'll break the IXUS and camera phone out tomorrow to so that at least I can put a tester on this blog.

We're going out for a beer shortly to meet a contact over here to discuss other explorations and put a plan together for Saturday...... time to go drink some Tuborg ..... still haven't found a single Chicken Kiev......

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Arrival in Kiev

The trip into Kiev was largely uneventful. I sat next to a fellow brit on the flight - a banker who was headed over to Ukraine for business. He made conversation and when it was apparent that he'd been here a number of times, I started asking him if he had any do's and don'ts. Any advice for us. He told us that no-one would be able to understand us, that there was nothing much to do in Kiev, that there were no bank machines and no internet. He said that there wasn't much by way of places to go out either and that when we said to the customs guy that we were here on holiday, he'd think we were from MI5. He didn't sell it very well.

We were met from the airport and got a taxi to our apartment in the centre of town. I was a bit concerned as to what our apartment might be like. We went past rows of Soviet era tower blocks on the way from the airport and although I've seen, and visited places like this in Latvia, and found them to be great, I was still a bit reticent as to what our place might be like.

The taxi dropped us off near the centre of town, next to a somewhat decrepit looking building and another chap who'd been waiting for us showed us in, up to the second floor and into our apartment. I need not have worried - the place is like a presidential suite. Huge rooms, high ceilings, polished parquet floors and white walls. Plasma TV and internet access. Zak has done us proud in finding this place. We were both pretty impressed. After dropping our stuff off we headed out into town to find beer and food in that order. Something that we'd both been after for the last four hours at least.

Kiev is pretty much the opposite of everything the guy on the plane had told me. Good beer, good food, friendly people who speak English, bank machines. First impressions, albeit ones at night and through a bit of a beer haze are of a really interesting city. The architecture is amazing and I'm looking forward to exploring it further tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and if they don't have the right change when you buy something, they pay you in Chupa Chups.

Pripyat Trip

Its a while since I've written on this blog - work has been busy with a number of really interesting jobs for our clients, but also ones which are demanding of time, squeezing out time for other things such as blogging. I've now got some time off and figured where better place to head to for a relaxing break than the nuclear hot spot that is the abandoned area of land surrounding the Chernobyl nuclear disaster. The land around the town of pripyat is otherwise known as the alienation zone.

As far as urban exploration is concerned, this is a fascinating location to visit. Were not talking about an abandoned house, street or village, but instead an abandoned city that was once home to 48,000 people.

Whilst I'm not adverse to 'going it alone ' when it comes to urbex, the research we've done into visiting Pripyat has thrown up a number of reasons to take an officially sanctioned tour and so that is what Zak and I are doing this time. More specifically, whilst the radiation levels around Chernobyl are now considered safe, there are still hotspots, and these are something the guides with their Geiger counters  are hopefully aware of. Other reasons include wild bears, bandits, and the dim view that officials apparently take of unofficial foreign visitors to the zone.

So this is how I find myself sitting on a Ukrainian airways flight into Kiev. Its the first flight I've ever been on not to have air vents above the seats, which was something I missed whilst waiting for our delayed aircraft to get airbourne. The aircraft is a Boeing 737. I'm somewhat sad that its not a Tupolev. The Russians have a long history of impressive air and space craft design. I suppose it maybe wiser to experience a Tupolev through a lens these days, rather than by flying in it, but its sad that that should be the case.

As well as visiting the alienation zone, I have a contact in Kiev who were hoping to meet up with and who has said they'll show us around some unofficial urbex locations. Were here for four days so we have a good opportunity to visit a number of locations. The last time I was in an ex-soviet state - Latvia - the place was littered with strange and abandoned Russian military vehicles and devices and hopefully well see some of that, although the Latvia trip was 15 years ago.

As well as visiting some amazing places, this is also an opportunity to experiment with the Canon 7D which is what ill be shooting with. I've been keen to start working with a camera that will shoot video as well as stills and so the move from a 40D to 7D allows this - expect to see video as well as stills come out of our trip.

The only other thing I need to do whilst I'm away is try a Chicken Kiev. George asked me if I though chicken kievs came from Kiev, I said I don't know. Today, Zak has assured me that they do. Quite why I find this fact pleasing and mildly amusing, I don't know.