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
Actually it’s more of a straight line. I should know, it’s my route to work. I don’t own a car and I refuse to get on a bike in Central London, so that narrows down the transport options – leaving just bus, tube or *cheap trainers (*but with memory foam insoles). Every day I have… Continue reading The Long and Winding Road (from Bethnal Green to Bloomsbury)
Does pink taste any better than green? “Have you had your greens today?” It’s a valid question, but usually one without a particularly inspired answer from yours truly. Unless a couple of fresh basil leaves perched precariously on top of spaghetti bolognese – and teetering on the brink of sinking into an inviting,… Continue reading Pink Greens
A Portal to Enlightenment? “What the hell is a CroDough?” I was compelled to ask this rather pertinent question one sunny afternoon while travelling from Sydenham to Shoreditch on the East London line. We were just approaching Brockley station, to be precise, when the subject came up – completely out of context. The time and… Continue reading East London Line Enlightenment