#cockerill

[tanksandbeyond]

A Leopard 1 fitted with a Cockerill C3105 turret at a firing range in Suippes, Marne, France, 2022.

[oldsardens]

Maurice Cockerill - Purple Abstract

[angelosand]

Since the beginning of the war, Ukraine has received at least 103 leopard 1 tanks. They have lost 8 of them. Ukraine should upgrade these tanks to make them better. The Belgians will deliver Ukraine a leopard with a cockerill turret for evaluation. I think it would be better to provide Ukraine with the Italian hitfact 2 turrets. This turret is mounted on the centauro 2 and can mount the 120/45 gun or the 105/52 gun. The 120/45 gun is superior to the 120/44 and is therefore one of the best guns in the world. The hitfact2 turret is currently in production for Italy and Brazil and it should not be difficult to increase production. Finally, the hitfact turret can certainly be integrated more easily into the leopard 1 tank than the cockerill turret

[mikesfilmtalk]

Whisper Breach (2025): One That Will Make You Think

2025 brings us an AI thriller titled Whisper Breach. This is one that will make you think. There are some excellent moments here as writer/director Craig Cockerill carefully takes us through the paces. He gives a switch hit, several times actually, that makes the final moments of the film different. Sort of harsh and surprising, it has a “twang.” The Story Ex Navy SEAL Kent Collins and his…

[defencecapital]

John Cockerill, IIT-Bombay sign MoU to drive technology innovation, defence product development

By A Correspondent New Delhi: John Cockerill Group, a pioneer in developing and implementing large-scale technological solutions, on Mar. 19, 2025, signed a Memorandum of Understanding (MoU) with the Indian Institute of Technology Bombay (IIT Bombay), one of India’s foremost research and academic institutions. “This strategic collaboration aims to drive innovation in steel decarbonization…

[defencestar]

SAIL Partners with John Cockerill India for Specialized Steel Production

SAIL-John Cockerill India MoU: New Delhi, November 29, 2024 – In a strategic move to bolster India’s manufacturing and defense capabilities, Steel Authority of India Limited (SAIL) has announced a significant partnership with John Cockerill India to produce specialized steel products. The collaboration, formally unveiled yesterday, is set to enhance India’s self-reliance in the defense and…

[dontdenymeshakespeare]

England Book Haul

[captain-price-unofficially]

Belgium is likely sending Ukraine an experimental Leopard-1 MBT sporting an unmanned, autoloading 105mm C3105 turret from John Cockerill Defense. The trials tank is just a small part of the €1 billion in aid to Ukraine from Belgium this year, including hundreds of vehicles.

A successful testing program could lead to future upgrades of Ukraine’s sprawling Leopard 1 fleet.

[konnosaurus]

another set of ttte oc humanisations- the north york moors railway dudes now!! as per usual i will stick a couple design notes under the cut for anyone who is interested heheh!

nine (BR 9F 92134):

they're so tired all the time and have resting exhausted, done with everyones nonsense face.

as i have a lot of ocs with br black liverys, i wanted to have variation in their designs still, so their outfit is all purpley red style blacks.

their floppy hair is representative of their smoke deflectors <3

lucie (Cockerill No. 8 Lucie):

she has the most organised and colour coordinated outfit of the set- she knows she looks fabulous and rocks it.

the writing on her cane is the writing that is on the side of the engine, and she is also one of the only ones who incorporates engine number as part of her design (on her hat!)

her long flared coat is entirely for the drama. makes her movenments feel swishier.

peggy (Lambton Colliery No. 29):

literally the nicest and kindest old woman you could possibly meet, so i wanted her outfit to look friendly!

even though her engine is a sort of teal green, the more yellowy green felt more inviting, so that is what she has!

the little flower pin on her hat is in the colours of the lesbian flag- her and sybilla are married <3

sybilla (BR Class 25 No. D7628):

the patches on her jacket are taken from little symbols on the front of her engine- the colours are the same as their earrings, also.

physically very strong (tractive effort of 39,000!) and also quite tall. her outfit is practical (mostly!) and the two tone green on the jacket and bright yellow top reflects their engines livery.

the red-orange stripes on her trousers reflect the lining around her engines roof, and the belt buckle is representative of her bufferbeam!

jaybird (BR Standard 4 Tank 80136):

yes, he works dressed like that. yes, it is not appropriate clothing for driving an engine (where are your sleeves buddy!!) but he doesn't care because he likes it <3

the shoe and necklace colours are based on his lining, and the ear piercing he copied from sybilla because he thinks she's super cool.

he is slightly shorter than his sister (tilly) mostly to represent that he is younger and slightly more chaotic.

tilly (BR Standard 4 Tank 80135):

a calm and collected sort, her outfit is quite basic, practical and well put together.

her engine has a br green livery in preservation despite never wearing it in initial service- so the dress is reflective of that livery.

her hairclip is the same red as jaybirds necklace. coincidence? never.

repton (SR Schools 926):

the only one wearing a fully appropriate driver work uniform. he is dressed as a southern railway driver should and is very aggravated at the others wearing silly clothing.

the overalls are lined the same way his engine is, with the double white lines. the jacket and hat use the nameplate and southern railway writing colours of red and gold instead.

the two strands of hair Not in the ponytail are representations of his engines smoke deflectors.

[architectureofdoom]

Cockerill steel works, Seraing

[guerrerense]

Train 1900 - 020T Cockerill 503 à chaudière verticale de 1920 por Robert GLOD Por Flickr: Train 1900 - 020T Cockerill 503 à chaudière verticale de 1920 Journée « Portes ouvertes » du Train 1900 (Centenaire locomotive Cockerill 503!) 020T Cockerill 503 à chaudière verticale de 1920 Cockerill: fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cockerill-Sambre Train 1900 (AMTF): www.train1900.lu Train 1900: fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Train_1900 Fond-de-Gras: www.minettpark.lu

[urbanrelics]

TRAINWORKS

The history of the Liège steel industry goes back further than the birth of Belgium in 1830. In 1817, the Englishman John Cockerill founded his first steelworks in Seraing to produce the steel for his looms. In the following decades, the steel industry develops to its peak, until it takes its first hits in the early 1980s. The majority of the steel activity in Liège and Charleroi is then brought together in Cockerill Sambre. Several blast furnaces, coking plants, coal mines, hot and cold rolling mills, factories for processing blast furnace slag,... dominated the Walloon economy for almost 200 years.

Various mergers and acquisitions attempted to revive the declining steel industry. When the Indian steel giant Mittal came on the scene in 2006 and took over Arcelor to form ArcelorMittal, the end was near. Numerous layoffs and austerity measures followed, much to the dismay of workers and unions. In 2013, after years of social unrest and negotiations, the curtain finally fell on the Liège steel industry. Some companies are still being placed "under cocoon", with the prospect of a potential restart, which unfortunately never comes...

This site contains the administrative buildings, where the main administration of the steel company was located. The main building still contains a number of beautifully dilapidated offices and archives.

Apart from the administrative wing, there is also a large part of the site where there is a workshop where the company's trains were maintained and repaired. This part was mostly emptied.

[justforbooks]

The Proof of My Innocence by Jonathan Coe

This tricksy caper ranges from 1980s Cambridge to the rise and fall of Liz Truss with entertaining results

Well, it worked for Richard Osman. Twenty-three-year-old Phyl, stuck in her parents’ house with an English degree and a zero-hours job in a sushi chain, is wondering how hard it could be to write a cosy crime novel. “Death in a Thatched Cottage? The Beach Hut Murders? The Flapjack Poisonings?” As another character points out, it’s bizarre that violent homicide has been rebranded as “cosy”. “It’s very British, in some indefinable way.”

Jonathan Coe, the laureate of Britishness, sets his 15th novel against a particularly wobbly period of national history: the short-lived ascendancy of Liz Truss and the death of the Queen in autumn 2022. It is indeed a happily playful and nicely satisfying slice of cosy crime, scattered with clues and red herrings, locked‑room mysteries, teetering cliffhangers and stagily withheld information. Before she is shocked out of her apathy by a sudden death, Phyl also considers trying her hand at the genres of dark academia and auto­fiction, and accordingly one section of the book is a memoir of mysterious goings-on in a Cambridge college in the 1980s, and another a report in real time of a search for a rare book, with two narrators who can’t agree on whether to use the present or the past tense (“fake and embarrassing”).

There’s a lot going on, and Coe marshals it all with ingenious ease. As ever, the real target – the savagery behind the cosiness – is the amoral individualism and free-market greed of those with power and privilege, first excoriated in 1994’s What a Carve Up! Here, rightwingers gather at a country house hotel for the TrueCon conference, delighting in the elevation of Truss and Kwasi Kwarteng. Alongside the culture war comedy of speeches such as “Britain’s Real Pandemic: The Woke Mind-Virus” is the serious business: big money jostling to get in on the carving up of the NHS.

Blogger Christopher Swann, a friend of Phyl’s mother from their Cambridge days, has been investigating the incursion of the far right into the political centre for decades, only to be dismissed as a paranoid fantasist: officially, the plans are never to privatise the NHS, only to “streamline” it. As we see in the memoir of another Cambridge friend, describing his culture shock on arriving there as a northern state school kid, these covert networks of power have been spreading since the days of Thatcher and Reagan.

The political mystery – is there a smoking gun that will reveal a plot to destroy the NHS – plays second fiddle to a literary one: the fate of an obscure writer from the 1980s. Peter Cockerill was that extremely rare phenomenon, a rightwing novelist, furious to be punished for his politics with exclusion from the glamorous gang of Rushdie, Amis, McEwan et al. And the solution to the mystery, as the title suggests, rests on a proof (copy) of My Innocence, the book in which he renounced fiction for good.

Coe enjoys himself satirising literary fashions, creative jealousy and the inevitable passing of time, with a bittersweet nostalgia for his own youth, when society was seduced by money, and the books world by Martin Amis’s Money. He gives himself a walk-on part in the Cambridge section as Tommy Cope, an ineffectual English student mainly known for writing incredibly bad poetry who later surprises his peers by achieving “modest success” with the “mildly satirical” Quite the Mash-Up.

Modest, mild: Coe is only too aware of his own understated – even cosy – reputation. His fiction has always ranged gentle, decent souls against headbangers and maniacs, and Phyl is no exception. Amid the literary fun and games, there’s a deeply sad note as she muses on the dog-eat-dog Britain wrought by the events of the last 40 years: “How is someone like me supposed to survive in a world like this? Everything that defines me is unsuited for it. My passivity. My idealism. My innocence. I just don’t have what it takes.” Phyl’s parents, too, are passive and shoulder-shrugging in the face of the political insult of Liz Truss: “Prime ministers come and go,” sighs her dad. The old have run out of energy and indignation; the young feel stuck in hopelessness and inertia, retreating from the world, as Phyl does, under the comfort blanket of endless episodes of Friends: a safe, pre-smartphone universe feeding off “nostalgia for a time before we were born”.

This is the context in which Coe plumbs the disconnect between Truss’s appointment as PM and the general bafflement that greets it, threading her speeches through the narrative along with the infuriating transport announcement “See it. Say it. Sorted”, a grating real-world soundtrack to his metafictional hijinks. His previous novel Bournville caught the national mood during historical highlights from the 1953 coronation to the wedding of Charles and Diana; here there’s a great set piece focusing on mourners filing past the royal coffin: the nation brought together by two of its favourite things, queueing and the Queen.

Another Coe tic is the piece of art, whether film or music, often glimpsed or heard in childhood and ever after treasured, coming to represent something more than mere nostalgia: a secret world behind the world. In Middle England it was the song Adieu to Old England: “One of the most eerie and melancholy English folk tunes ever written,” thinks Benjamin Trotter. Here it’s the “haunting and wistful” ballad Lord Randall, borrowed by Bob Dylan for the structure of A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall, which raises goose bumps in all who hear it and is more deeply embedded in a central character than ever before.

Coe’s subject may be inertia and nostalgia, but The Proof of My Innocence is full of energy. It’s a madcap caper, a sideways memoir, a tricksy jeu d’esprit that is also a quiet defence of fiction in a post-truth age, and enormous fun to read.

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OCtober Day 2- New OC

These two designs were done for my character design class last year at Uni! I never posted them here, so I thought I'd pick them for today's prompt :)

Our assignment was to pick a group of characters from folklore, history or mythology that had been overlooked or misunderstood. I chose lady bushrangers, but with a 'sci-fi meets mad max' twist. I also designed them with the idea that they'd be used in a megaman-style action platformer game.

LEFT: "Lucky Lizzy", loosly based on bushranger Jessie Hickman. She's cocky, impulsive, and seemingly can't feel pain (maybe due to nerve damage from living in the wasteland?). She's famous for performing dangerous circus stunts on her motorcyle, but also for her propensity for gambling.

RIGHT: "Mrs Winter", based on bushrangers Mary Heard and Mary Cockerill. She's a mechanical engineer who was forced to hide in the bush many years ago after she got chased out of Australia's futuristic eco-capital. As a bushranger, she was injured and betrayed by her former gang leader. The incident left her with a weak right arm, so she used her skills to fashion herself a gauntlet that basically gives her ice powers. Currently on a missions to use said ice powers to exact her revenge. She also happens to be Aboriginal, from the Awabakal nation.

[pleatedjeans]

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[taydance]

gym meeting

September 4, 2019

Trevor Zegras was still learning how to navigate the maze that was Boston University’s FitRec. He’d already taken two wrong turns, ended up in a squash court by accident, and walked directly into the back of a yoga class he very much did not belong in. But now he had his AirPods in, playlist rolling, and was just trying to get through his off-ice workout without embarrassing himself again.

That was, until he saw her.

She was across the weight room, hair pulled into a no-nonsense braid, jaw tight with focus as she slid a plate onto a barbell like it weighed nothing. Her shirt had the BU crest on the sleeve, and he spotted the unmistakable logo on her water bottle: Terriers Women’s Ice Hockey.

She dropped into a squat like she was born doing it, perfect form, eyes sharp, no hesitation. Trevor, meanwhile, nearly walked into a bench because he forgot how legs worked.

“Oh—shit.” Trevor muttered under his breath

He caught himself at the last second, quickly pretending like he meant to tie his shoe. Real smooth.

He snuck another look. She didn’t glance at him. She was mid superset now, seamlessly transitioning from squats to box jumps with the kind of control that made it obvious she wasn’t just an athlete — she was the athlete. Trevor tugged out an AirPod, leaned toward one of his new teammates, Logan Cockerill, lifting nearby.

“Hey. Who’s that?” Trevor asked

Logan followed Trevor's line of sight, then grinned.

“Kaia Campbell. Junior. Top line forward. Team USA dev camp invite. She’ll probably be at the Olympics in a few years.” Logan informed

Trevor raised his brows, impressed.

“Damn. She’s kinda hot.” Trevor said

“Dude.” Logan said

He laughed.

“Don’t even think about it. She’d eat you alive.” Logan said

Trevor watched Kaia nail a final set of jumps, land clean, and then wipe her hands on her towel with a shake of her head. She still hadn’t looked in his direction once.

Which, honestly? Made him want to talk to her more.

He waited until Kaia walked over to grab a fresh towel and filled up her water bottle at the station nearby. He approached slowly, trying to summon his most charming grin — the one he used when he needed to talk his way out of push-ups during dryland.

“Hey! You’re Kaia, right? I’m Trevor.” Trevor introduced

Kaia didn’t turn right away. She finished filling her bottle, capped it, then gave him a once-over that landed somewhere between unimpressed and mildly curious.

“Freshman, huh?” Kaia said, flatly

Trevor blinked.

“What—how’d you—” Trevor started

“You’ve got the wide-eyed look.” Kaia said

She nodded toward his lanyard still clipped to his backpack.

“And the lanyard. That’s a dead giveaway.” Kaia said

Trevor flushed. He hadn’t realized he still had it on.

“I just, uh—saw you training. You’re kind of a beast. In a good way.” Trevor said

Kaia arched an eyebrow.

“Let me guess. Men’s hockey?” Kaia asked

“Yeah, I’m a center.” Trevor said, a little sheepishly

Kaia nodded once, clipped her bottle to her gym bag, and turned back toward the turf without another word. Trevor watched her go, momentarily stunned. Logan clapped him on the shoulder.

“Told you.” Logan said

But Trevor just smiled.

“Oh, I’m not done.” Trevor said

He was already planning his next trip to the gym.