I don’t know how I ever got through life before the *Brexit-Shopping-Trolley, *so named because It has Union Jacks plastered all over it I bought it in a huge (sugar) rush in the run-up to Article 50 Brexit (apparently) does mean Brexit Brexit-Trolley was conveniently standing in a shop-doorway when I had no time whatsoever… Continue reading THE BREXIT TROLLEY
Any guest staying at the Sheraton Grand Park Lane Hotel on London Piccadilly who was not only fortunate enough to be ensconced in a main-road facing room, but just so happened to be casually gazing out of the window this Sunday lunchtime, might well have witnessed the famous thoroughfare being brought to near-standstill – in… Continue reading A Room with a View
Somewhere, over the Rainbow, Icing’s blue And the dreams that you dreamed of Dreams really do come true Sometimes we really do ‘eat with our eyes’. Because the easier a dish is on the eye, the more appetising it appears. But there have been times I have regretted eating a fancy dessert because it really… Continue reading SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW (CAKE)
Graffiti – is it art or vandalism? Street art has arguably made a free and accessible gallery out of grubby old East London walls, enabling each and every one of us to appreciate the labours of gifted urban artists whose main mission in life is not only to imbue even the grittiest, most dilapidated and gloriously grungy edifices in… Continue reading ART FOR THE MASSES?
“I’ve never smiled so much” says a rather striking-looking young Asian lady who’s just appeared at my side and started stepping stride-by-stride to the beat of mystical mantra music that’s melodiously buoying us into bustling Leicester Square this Saturday evening. But, as dusk falls around us, it’s the radiance of the girl’s whole countenance, rather than the… Continue reading DANCING IN THE STREET
Who wouldn’t be happy to (briefly) give up TV, shops, gym, coffee bars, or easy access to central London’s vast public transport network (and even the 55 bus!), in exchange for three days of relative seclusion in magnificent surroundings, with yoga, woodland rambles, glorious vegetarian food and – last but by no means least –… Continue reading NOISE PARADOX
THE SOUND OF THE SIRENS Hello Darkness my Old Friend, I’ve come to talk to you again….. (Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel – 1964) While London may be a city that proverbially never sleeps, I on the other hand, really need to, especially on a week-night. But in Bethnal Green, you can *’rest’ assured (*if you’re… Continue reading The Sound of the Sirens