‘London’ Category

  1. Fulham and Chelsea

    February 8, 2012 by admin

    I’m a bit of a town boy. I live in town, partly because I love it being at the centre of the action, and largely because I really couldn’t cope with a commute of any distance at al on the tube. I had to nip up to Camden earlier for a meeting at RKCR in the amazing old Wunderman Building. I could have walked but I left it too late and so I hopped on the tube. At 8.45. I fookin hated it! Northern Line rammed with poor sods trying to get to work. And because it’s so cold they’re all wearing twice as many layers as usual so they all take up even more room.

    And buy utter contrast I’m now in a cafe in South Ken with all the beautiful people. The cafe is a true wow! The smell of coffee, cakes, and general fresh beauty is almost overpowering. There’s a Lamborghini garage across the street and everyone is just looking great. Oh if I had a million I’d want to spent it here! And there I was a couple of weeks back thinking I could live in a shed on a plot somewhere out of town!

    Actually I could. I only need this fix of the beautiful every now and then, I wouldn’t want to get used to this. If I did the rest of the world would seem scummier, and I don’t want that. I love most aspects of London, and of life.

    Annoyingly I’ve noticed I’ve slipped back into the habit of mistyping the. Arse. Must concentrate.

    Now then. Another silly named coffee I think.


  2. Wot? No Wikipedia?

    January 18, 2012 by admin

    I love the fact that Wikipedia has taken itself down for the day in protest against the anti piracy lays proposed in the states.

    In a way I hate it as it makes me realise just how much I use it, but it shows the power of the tool doesn’t it? Just think what would happen if Google did the same thing? I guess it can’t on the basis that people pay to use its services, even if only through advertising.

    How will journos check their supposed ‘facts’ without their favourite tool? They’ll have forgotten how to do any real research, and probably sacked all their researchers.

    Shame I don’t know enough about these anti-piracy proposals to make any comments. Whatever is put in place I’m sure folk will find a way of getting their tunes for free somehow or other.

    I heard this morning that ailing Yahoo were offered $40bn by Microsoft a couple of years ago – and turned it down!! That’s confidence for you. Blind and stupid maybe, arrogant probably, but what a hoot. Now the fella who made the decision is out on his ear, but I can’t imagine he’s too bothered can you?

    I can’t actually even contemplate a million let alone a billion. But I bet I could spend a million, and quite sensibly too – maybe £100k to waste, and a cool car and property with a few hundred thou, then stash a couple of hundred for up keep. Bugger. Maybe a million isn’t enough!


  3. Where is everyone?

    December 28, 2011 by admin

    I’m not sure why I came back up to town yesterday.

    I don’t have to work until Tuesday, the office is closed, so no choice there.

    And London feels empty – unless you go into town of course, and that’s madness.

    There’s no food in the flat, but that’s not unusual. I do think I’ll treat myself to a Waitrose trip. Get some good stuff in so that it at least looks like I eat well. It’ll cost me a packet I know, because I don’t write a list, I don’t have a plan. I just get a bit trolly, go down every aisle, and pick up everything I like the look of. And there’s a whole lot more I like the look of in Waitrose than if I’d just gone to the corner shop as I do for pretty much the rest of the year.

    Then I’ll do a bit of phoning. See if I can tempt someone around, cook something presentable, but light – don’t want to be falling asleep after all, then see if we can get the Evans Meister a bit of much needed hip action.

    Thankfully the ancient formula of candles, a light well cooked dinner and a glass or two of fizz rarely fails to work. Goldfrap on the stereo. Vinyl. Always use vinyl because it becomes a topic in itself.

    Hey this wasn’t even a plan a few minutes ago when I started writing. It just came with the typing – but I think it could be a winner. Perhaps I should break with tradition and actually think about what I might cook – and come to that, who i might ring. This has to be someone I actually like rather than a guaranteed shag.

    Suddenly I’m looking forward to my day a whole lot more!


  4. Monday, oh Monday, how I love to rise on Monday!

    December 19, 2011 by admin

    What a horrible day.

    It’s cold out.

    It’s wet.

    It’s windy.

    So no matter how you prepare for going outside it won’t be good enough. Best move is to stay in.

    I hate wearing a big coat in London, but that’s what being outside calls for in London today. A great big flowing drama queen’s coat. I’ve got one. It’s lovely, and I look a dude in it, but I rarely wear it.

    You see the trouble is your are not often outside for long in London. If you go into a shop you start cooking in no time. If you but stuff then you have to carry it so your temperature goes up. And if it really rains then the cost is likely to weigh a ton in no time.

    No. The big coat is best saved for dramatic striding across Hampstead Heath, ideally with a freezing fog. And you have to wear a big hat. A fedora or something of that ilk.

    Later I’ve got my sis’s son coming around to talk through an essay he’s trying to write. I hope I can help, but chances are we’ll end up using coursework.info where you can get loads of example essays online. What he’s really coming around for is to have a beer or two. Sis doesn’t let him drink at home, and I have to say I agreed with her on that when we discussed the topic, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little glass or two with Chris does it?

    I can’t remember whether we drank at home when we were kids. I doubt it somehow, the folks don’t touch the stuff much even now.


  5. Rockin’ now!

    December 15, 2011 by admin

    Well thank fook for that.

    We have form!

    After days feeling rotten from a simple weekend of drinking the Evans machine is back in action, the wheels are turning, and soon the hips will be grinding (nothing wrong with a bit of wishful thinking is there?).

    I’ve worked hard all day, it’s nearly six thirty, and we’re going drinking baby!

    We’re about to wind up after a meeting in South Ken, hop on the tube back to Liverpool Street, then a few city bars and the cool of Shoreditch. The boss is a member at Shoreditch House, so we’ll meet there and see what happens. I have a small, OK huge, objection to over priced drinks, but having skipped the demon drink for days I feel there is some catching up to do. And some honeys to chat to.

    I’ve actually felt great all day.

    Nipped to Peter Jones at lunch time and bought pressies for Mum and Sis. Neither of them need anything, but giving them nothing might see me cast out until I came crawling on my knees and begging to be allowed back into the circle of family acceptance. That’s not as bad as it sounds. I have to do it at least once a year, and sometimes more often. Once it was because I’d dumped some girl they both really liked. Girly had gone to MY MUM to sob. Outrageous! So I never introduced another to them. That was that.

    Yee ha! We’re done. I’m looking forward to this.