In Bunhill

As the world turns I in turn have described an arc, or perhaps it is a kind of spiral, here in London, over the past two decades. Starting one tranche of my life in Tower Hill, moving then to Bethnal Green, and then to Tottenham, to the mysterious north eastern quarter that knows no validation. […]

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In Praise of Shitty Weather

Friday was ridiculously hot. It was Zone 1 London in the summer hot, with that intimation of hosepipe bans and the feel that it could be one of those summers where fans sell out and people start whining about it being TOO HOT.   I don’t like to be a curmudgeon, and while my mind […]

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A Walk in the Paddock

Took the dog out to the Paddock yesterday. Sounds fancy, but until I learned it was named that I used to call it “The Scruffy Bit”. Things have changed over the past couple of weeks. The blackberries are nearly all gone. These were hanging high up. For the birds. And these rose hips are everywhere. […]

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Here Comes the Rain Again

August bank holiday, generally scorchio, as appropriate for the Notting Hill Carnival, and we’ve dived straight into autumn without a thought for due process. And what have I been doing since last we met? Well, the usual lot of nothing. I’ve been experimenting with coming off medication, eating my body weight in blackberries, and not […]

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Crying is the New Black

There was a point at which one wag declared “Comedy is the New Rock and Roll”. This was on the back of decades of “[colour name] is the New Black” in fashion, so it wasn’t that novel, i suppose, but it did confirm that construction in my mind, and I used variations of it often, […]

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