Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 24 Feb 11 Detoured into the British Museum on the way home. Needed a change of scene. I went to the Elgin Marbles galleries; beautiful in daylight, majestic and mysterious when lit at night. There were so many people–I wanted to get … Continue reading
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On the Way to Work, Part 4
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 23 Feb 11 Walking home through Russell Square, the sliver of a moon upended like a gilded cup waiting to be filled with the fruits of the night. Continue reading
The Day the Ravers Came
There’s an empty laboratory across the street from my house. I like to call it abandoned, but it isn’t really–it’s just been vacant since the Middlesex Hospital was destroyed. I’ve seen workmen in there doing industrious things from time to time, so it can’t really be called abandoned. But it’s empty enough. Enough for a … 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
On the Way to Work, Part 1
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 20th Feb 12 This route is not actually something I would normally see. I’m on the way Out of London for some external training. Cold this morning so we are steaming past frosted fields and trees tipped with lace. The brambles are … Continue reading
St James's Sunday
I rather did stumble into Upper-Crust London on this walk. I frequently overshoot my mark making for the nearest edge of St James’s Park—I always think it’s further west than it is and end up striding down Bond Street or Savile Row past shops selling fripperies to the rich and fashionable, neither of which I … Continue reading
First Snow
My uncle is visiting. Every pub we tried to go to yesterday evening was absolutely crammed to the rafters. Not surprising on a cold Saturday night, but still we soldiered on in search of elbow room at the bar and possibly, with luck, a place to sit down. I’m not even going to tell you … Continue reading
The Lord Mayor's Blinged-Out Show
I missed the Lord Mayor’s Show last year because I was in heavy Thesis Editing Mode. My mom and my aunt had even made a special trip over to London to support me in my hour of thesis need, providing some much-needed perspective on the whole thing. But because we were Hard At Work, we … Continue reading
Cake at the Roundhouse
Once upon a time, the Roundhouse was a steam engine turning station. In the engines would go, onto a giant turntable that could revolve them in whatever direction was needed. When newer, bigger engines outgrew the Roundhouse, it became a wine storing facility. And now, it is a pretty darn cool live music venue. I … Continue reading
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