looking north from waterloo place towards piccadilly circus

photo by persons unknown of my sister v at work

woods in surrey

Maybe It's Because I Ain't A Londoner ...

…that I have yet to integrate fully with the Shed Enders.

When, O when will I begin to sound like a native ?

I try & I try.

“Gor blimey, love a duck, … my incipient nocturnal hyper-active attention-deficit disorder ain’t ‘arf givin me gyp”.

a sunny day at tate britain

i first heard this in 1982 ... at the dug out in bristol

truly terrible french tv ...

charming song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ydk8pU8BbNM&mode=related&search=

rye bread with apricots & a banana

dawdling on the way home from the bus stop

W. H. Davies
Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

my other companion

curiouser & curiouser

you might not expect a dairy products warehouse to be one of the cultural outposts of educated cynicism ... but as i approached a slightly cross-eyed young polish forklift driver whilst making a delivery to a refrigerated warehouse near woking, he greeted me thus ...

"good morning, oedipus !"

... which he pronounced oy-dip-uss

i pointed out that i am neither clever nor blind ... yet

old man's beard ... sodden

a good job our bus was late & i missed the previous stop ...

...or we might have missed bumping into these lovely people

http://www.pearlysociety.co.uk/

fancy door posts at the natural history museum

twilight in the natural history museum

at the natural history museum, the medium, presumably, is the message

i can resist anything, except temptation ...

... safe hands at the V&A

after a long week, we return to the gamble dining room in the V&A on friday night for a posh curry and a large glass of orgasmic merlot

the poynter dining room in the V&A at night

and they even have authentic town mice that scamper out from behind the skirting boards in search of crumbs