Come friendly bit barns and fall on Slough: Equinix opens £90m data centre in London rust belt Equinix has opened a £90m colocation facility in godforsaken Slough – its ninth around Greater London and 12th in the UK. The flagship bit barn, codenamed LD7, offers space for 1,750 server cabinets immediately, and will be expanded to 2,625 cabinets at some point in the future, the company said. The data centre is located in …
Manchester is probably closer, but transatlantic fibre routes (i.e. TAT) would be the deciding factor.
Plus the equipment/fibre that is traversed often leads to more latency than the distance - you can get sub-60ms NYC-Slough for a premium via Equinix vs 80-100ms for more traditional transatlantic connections (i.e. Verizon with an SLA of sub-90ms). Verizon will be via Cornwall vs Equinix via Cork, Ireland.
Not to be confused with Berkshire Hathaway. Which is not to be confused with where Shakespeare's wife (Anne Hathaway) lived (Stratford upon Avon), which is not to be confused with the other Stratford where Westfield is in East London, which is not to be confused with the Westfield in Shepherds Bush which is in West London. HTH.
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Sluff, I mean Slough, might be well known for its picturesque charms, but "rust belt"?
The so-called M4 Corridor (being the GWML corridor helps just as much) is one of the most prosperous parts of the UK, with an enormous (and, dare I say it, disproportionately large, tech presence) thanks to its proximity to London, and, equally as much, London Heathrow Airport. Unless you count the former Swindon Railway Works, it wasn't really an area formerly reliant on heavy industries.
The sad thing is that it is the actual rust belt areas of the English Midlands and North, Wales, and Scotland, that do really need similar levels of investment (and training opportunities) to bring good quality jobs to the real post-industrial parts of the UK.
Love the Betjemen reference in the headline.
For those unfamiliar with the original...
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn’t fit for humans now,
There isn’t grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.
Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.
And get that man with double chin
Who’ll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women’s tears:
And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.
But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It’s not their fault that they are mad,
They’ve tasted Hell.
It’s not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It’s not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead
And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren’t look up and see the stars
But belch instead.
In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.
Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.
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