London is a city rife with attractions for the intrepid adventurer. On Sunday, for instance, I got to ride on a funicular railway. You might say there is no place in London with a funicular railway. Well, gentle reader, you would be wrong, for there is one beside the Millenium Bridge on the St Paul’s … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Fitzrovia
Up Sticks and Shift (to Wapping)
As previously mentioned, I will shortly be leaving my charming Fitzrovia abode for new pastures. At time of last writing I didn’t know to which new perch I would be flitting, but now I can say that I shall be moving to Wapping. The sum total of my knowledge about Wapping prior to viewing a … Continue reading
Olympics in the Air
The Olympics is slowly starting to infiltrate my life. Traveling to and from work now, I pass lanes of traffic readied for Olympian visitors, I pass cones and checkpoints, and I pass the temporary huts and bus stops of the impending Media Village in Russell Square. Olympics volunteers have begun to appear as well, milling … Continue reading
Moving On
Alas and alack, the lovely Fitzrovia adventure will shortly come to an end. Our landlord has decided to do up the flat and then do up the rent, so very soon we must up sticks and shift. I’ve been very sad about this because the Fitzrovian garret adventure has been just sublime, but I can’t … Continue reading
April Showers
For weeks now the weather has been completely, utterly, and typically British. Staunchly. Proudly, even. It’s been changeable though mostly wet, windy, and colder than expected for the time of year. While not very pleasant to inhabit, something about being immersed in the kind of weather where we grit our teeth and go for bracing … Continue reading
The Gas Leak
Just before I left the house for the evening last Tuesday, my housemate drew my attention to the smell of gas in the kitchen. We sort of hemmed and hawed for a bit, not knowing exactly who you’re supposed to call when you suspect a gas leak. And really? A gas leak? I mean, how … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 3
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 22 Feb 11 Every morning on my way into work I pass a woman coming the other way. She’s never acknowledged my presence, always busily focusing on something ahead. Her movement is so regular that I can tell exactly how late I … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 2
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 21 Feb 12 Second day of training Out of London. Nabbed a table seat for the first time in ages. Trying to look industrious. My route to the station takes me up Cleveland St to Great Portland Street station. I like the … Continue reading
The Fitzrovia Radio Hour (or, What-Ho at the Ambassador!)
Neither of us had wine with dinner. Mild surprise registered on the face of the waitress, given that it was Valentine’s Day. After she disappeared, we looked at each other. “She probably thinks we’re having a…” “Completely non-romantic evening. Which is exactly right, of course!” The waitress returned with our pot of tea and no … Continue reading
A Fitzrovian Evening
For those of us of a Wodehousian disposition, life can occasionally be very difficult. There are few Jeeveses in today’s harsh modern world. There are yet fewer bemonocled Psmiths, impeccably dressed and always up for some sort of dashing adventure. We wander about, us Wodehousians, reading away in every spare moment and heaving the occasional … Continue reading
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