Category Archives: diary

On urinating

Posted on June 4, 2012 by jonathan trustram

The first sign that something is afoot comes as I approach Blackfriars Bridge on friday afternoon on the way home from work and see a regiment of portaloos. When Gerry told me about the crowds for Chelsea’s triumphant parade he … Continue reading →

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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 →

Posted on May 21, 2012 by jonathan trustram | Leave a comment

a rash of nettles

Posted on April 22, 2012 by jonathan trustram

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 →

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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 →

Posted on March 4, 2012 by jonathan trustram | Leave a comment

On the buses

Posted on February 5, 2012 by jonathan trustram

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 →

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Brought together for the first time in one exhibition

Posted on January 9, 2011 by jonathan trustram

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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a mean old bastard

Posted on November 11, 2010 by jonathan trustram

It’s someone with a freedom pass who gets on the bus,  sees that the oyster card reader is broken and feels a pang of disappointment: he hasn’t saved any money. Or, he has, but so has everybody else. It’s happened … Continue reading →

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then the train came in

Posted on October 26, 2010 by jonathan trustram

October 7. There’s a new advert for the Comedy Channel at Borough tube station: According to some research that we just made up (I dropped the dog’s lead to write it down on  my way home and an official comes … Continue reading →

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la gargouille bourgeoise

Posted on October 25, 2010 by jonathan trustram

I was thinking again about our exit from the Blackwall tunnel on our way to France. We’ve just emerged from the narrow coils of the tunnel, the road is still a single carriage way and I haven’t seen a sign … Continue reading →

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