Category Archives: and the city

hand baked no 5: water

Posted on January 13, 2023 by jonathan trustram

Many of water’s properties are quite bizarre. It is the only chemical that can exist as a solid, liquid and gas at ambient conditions. Felix Flicker in the Magic of Matter. It’s his real name, by the way. Although of … Continue reading →

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hand-baked no. 4: come, friendly bombs!

Posted on September 25, 2022 by jonathan trustram

How exciting! And look, here are some happy people! And St Paul’s, there’s always room for St Paul’s – there’s hardly anything else left. And things, nice things, random things, lots of fun: A better tomorrow! with bicycles, birds and … Continue reading →

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Garden notes no 37 beeday at St John’s, Waterloo, july 15th

Posted on July 28, 2022 by jonathan trustram

It was a lovely coincidence of insects – not just bees – and flowers on a sunny day before the burning record breaking heat. The pollen seems extravagantly thrown about. I think it’s a hoverfly, not a bee. The lily … Continue reading →

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hand baked no 3, drawing closer to the Kardashian building….

Posted on July 25, 2022 by jonathan trustram

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 →

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hand baked in small batches from locally sourced ingredients, 1.

Posted on July 14, 2022 by jonathan trustram

I sometimes come home from working in St John’s churchyard at Waterloo by walking along the South Bank and getting the Thameslink train from the new station on Blackfriars Bridge to Finsbury Park. Another monster development is underway. Hoardings display … Continue reading →

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A walk in the woods,

Posted on February 24, 2022 by jonathan trustram

but first I passed the eventful hoarding at the end of the street. I was pleased to see that someone had torn a strip off one of the posters so that it read THE EAR INDEX. (I think it’s a … Continue reading →

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a walk in South East London

Posted on January 5, 2022 by jonathan trustram

First I took the train from Stoke Newington to Liverpool Street and walked through our new little Manhattan off Bishopsgate to see the latest skyscrapers we used to call them and the weather was and has been for some time … Continue reading →

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Experiencing fully

Posted on December 6, 2020 by jonathan trustram

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 →

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still in Waterloo

Posted on November 22, 2020 by jonathan trustram

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 →

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round and round in my head

Posted on November 15, 2020 by jonathan trustram

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 →

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