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Category Archives: crude satire
Water again, fresh excavations.
The villagers of Little Downham in Cambridgeshire made a cart shed out of green oak and recycled 19th century bricks next to their thriving community orchard and woodland. In the shed are various information boards; one tells us that half … Continue reading
Water: lids and covers, and illustrations of love
feb 8 two water related experiences today and two new water related words. A. As I was coming out of Finsbury Park station today I heard an announcement: be careful said the voice, because there was an ingress of water. … Continue reading
Posted in crude satire, hilarious, language, London, water
Tagged Betjeman, St John's, Thames water
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Hand baked etc. no 7, love etc.
february 3 I was approached on the path that leads to St Paul’s from the millennium footbridge by two young men who asked if they could ask me about love. They had a tripod with a smart phone clipped onto … Continue reading
hand baked no 3, drawing closer to the Kardashian building….
I thought it was time. I’d tried to avoid it for so long, but of course it kept intruding. A trespasser. It dominates a cluster of new buildings. I have photos but now I can hardly tell which one is … Continue reading
Posted in and the city, crude satire, in the City, language
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Experiencing fully
the cover of the Kew magazine shouts out: the new way to LOVE WINTER What was wrong with the old way, I wonder. And what is the new way? Well, you have to slow down, and STOP, LOOK, LOVE … Continue reading
Posted in and the city, crude satire, hilarious, language, mountains, flowers, landscapes
Tagged cars, piz nair, Stoke Newington
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still in Waterloo
An image of the Imax I found on the internet. Out of sight to the left is Waterloo station. The old Shell building behind the Imax has mostly been demolished and replaced with something much bigger. In the foreground you … Continue reading
Posted in and the city, crude satire, going round in circles, history, politics, language
Tagged St John's, Waterloo
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now and then, november 19th
They’re a bit like a row of prophets or saints high up in a cathedral. And they all appear to be of the same person. The words spell out the message THIS IS MY PARK. ? The ever changing series … Continue reading
round and round in my head
A nice surprise yesterday, a comment on Peniarth-uchaf and Peniarth Uchaf 2, nearly seven years after I wrote them. I liked that place and the pieces I wrote about it. Here’s the Kardashian building again, which has been nick-named the … Continue reading
Posted in and the city, crude satire, diary
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A proper blog post 2, mostly trains
News from the mainline, whilst waiting for the local train. A few weeks ago you saw trains which said LNER at the front and VIRGIN at the back. Now they’ve almost completed the paint job. But cleverly they’ve kept Beardie’s … Continue reading
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a proper blog post
A PROPER BLOG I said to myself, Titchmarsh, you fucking prat, for he had landed on the mat with his neatly swept back hair and complacent smile, arms folded, with words from SunLife we are meant to imagine him saying: … Continue reading
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