this is a patch of the dry garden at St John’s churchyard, Waterloo (by the IMAX cinema), a mixture of chance and design, a happy moment in a season of confusion.
I’m on the bus again and I miss a photo: man in shop doorway, the top half of his body concealed, jeans, white trainers, foot slowly tapping, and the sign in the window that says: SHOP OPEN 24 HOURS. Then … Continue reading
Nettles for sale at Stoke Newington farmers’ market, £1.60 for 100 grams! With a sign saying ‘they sting!’ I blame that Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and his article in the Observer colour magazine recently (which I came across inadvertently of course, I … Continue reading
There’s an old photo on the kitchen wall. A camp site on the French Atlantic coast south of Bordeaux, in the foreground a pallet for a table looking oddly like a big chess board, with a baby’s bottle, a tin … Continue reading
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the little girl with the cautionary tales of Struwelpeter the girl almost hidden the girl abused inside and outside the glassthe girl with a strangerFA girl and new threat to SvenHeidiAttention Smokers! the new childrensame old rubbish posing
Candice – I know her by her name badge – was having trouble with an article she had placed on the scales. She pressed lots of buttons but didn’t seem to be getting a satisfactory answer from the till. Her … Continue reading
At various times over the last eight years I’ve written notes on and taken photos of the memorial at Liverpool Street to the 10,000 about to be orphaned Jewish children who came here from Germany and Austria in 1938. In … Continue reading
may 31 2007 no 76 “wicked! hilarious! hilarious!! I’m still finding bits of plastic in my flat! love you lots! mmmwah!” dec 17 23 to Liverpool St they’re back the trimmings, the holly the tree and the telly trash in … Continue reading
Ideas for the herb garden at St George’s ( spring and winter 2011) …and for a Chelsea Fringe walk and talk I went to Kew one summer’s day last year and had a look at the Queen’s Garden, the 17th … Continue reading
My grandfather and his cardinal texts moved in with us soon after he began to lose his mind. It must have been at the beginning of the 1960’s. One of the lessons the old school master liked to repeat was … Continue reading
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