A Typical London Argument

The altercation, as transcribed precisely by your correspondent, with neither editing, censor nor stage direction, occurred between three adult persons at the Docklands Light Rail station in Shadwell, a district in the Borough of Tower Hamlets, East London. It is the belief of the writer that what follows is the direct realisation and representational analogue to those…

Music plays somewhere in the distance

More than three quarters of the Greek population list their religion as Orthodox, so if you find yourself there during a Christian celebration, it is an almost certainty that you will find yourself involved in the pageantry of the occasion in some way, shape or form. I spent this year’s Easter holidays in the Northern Greek city…

A Very Quick Story

I’ll tell you a quick story while you’re here and I have the time to spare. I have a good friend who worked as a barman for the years he was seeing his way through his tertiary educational commitments. No-one who knows an honest day of work would ever challenge you in saying that tending…

A free lunch

There is no such thing as a free lunch is a common phrase heard around this North Atlantic island. Nothing advertised as “free” is ever truly without some sort of cost, and (directly or not) you will always find yourself paying up in the end.  When the tradition of the free lunch began in the saloons of the United…

Some Notes on the Razor Clam

Razor clamming is a simple pastime and it is a wonder that so few people living in coastal regions take part in the exercise. Not only would a fair portion of those folk be ill equipped in telling you where to find a razor clam, a great many wouldn’t even know what one is in the first place. This is…

Do I feel lucky?

I cannot recall ever visiting a place as sodden in graffiti as I encountered while travelling through Athens last week. Barely a single surface in the city has been spared the spray can and while the overwhelming majority of jottings extend to little more than tags, anarchist slogans and profanity, there is without doubt a whole stack talented artists producing street…

Just nod if you can hear me – Critical Dispatches on Youtube

A kind of state of the union I’ve been away from the website for quite a while now, mostly because the weather in London has been so fine later,  it would be a shame to spend it hunched indoors at my writing desk. However, this time away hasn’t been completely unproductive. I have dedicated quite a…

Aftermath of the Grenfell London Tower Fire

I woke this morning to a rather peculiar text message from my employer warning that transport around the office had been disrupted due to a major fire in a West London tower block. Knowing nothing more of the incident, I quickly went to BBC News and was staggered by the images of Grenfell Tower ablaze in the early…

Press to reset the world

It’s been quite a few weeks since I published anything, so please accept my apologies. We were in East London at the weekend and had time to photograph the new street art on display for your pleasure. Just a short post today as I’ve been having trouble typing recently. Hopefully the pictures will speak for themselves….

Faked it, made it.

We took a train to the east side of the city this weekend and I brought my camera along for good measure. Here’s the new street art that I spotted around Brick Lane. Just a short post today.  I’ll be putting up something more substantial at the end of the week. I realise that I…

When Eddie Van Halen met Allan Holdsworth

Allan Holdsworth: 1946-2017 Since I have been somewhat under the radar over the last few days, I am a little behind on the news. Sadly, I discovered this morning that one of my all time favourite guitar players, Allan Holdsworth, passed away over the weekend. You will not find an obituary for Allan in any of the popular newspapers, and I…

Street art gallery – Berlin edition

Herself and I are just back from a four day trip to Berlin and while I will save the details of the excursion (and my thoughts about the city) to another post, I am eager to show you some of the street art that we spotted in this most unusual of European capitals.  It took most of our Saturday…

Do not pad ignorance with eloquence

Yesterday afternoon I found myself in that peculiarly liminal space between the end of one book and the beginning of another. I am usually careful to set up my next read well in advance, however, on this particular occasion, I’d hit a dead end. There are more books on the shelf in the living room than there is time…

Good to be back in the old neighbourhood

Putting a pin through the past. The welcoming scene to greet me as I arrived at Camden Road Overground Station last night was that of a drunken old tramp relieving himself against a tree. It was good to be back in the old neighbourhood and to see that so little had changed since I finished working here almost six months ago….

The truth isn’t always an uplifting business

Hang around the Irish pubs of West London for long enough and you’re sure to hear some harsh political opinions. If you don’t watch out, you might even get to holding some of them yourself. The truth isn’t always an uplifting business, but there are no lies in Big Tom, the out of work steel fixer…

Back in Camden Town – Street Art Gallery

Camden Town Street Art or: Staying Busy While the Woman is Away. Herself has been in Greece visiting family this week. As a result, I’ve been at somewhat of a loose end back home in London. While it’s only been a few days, in even that short time the flat looks like a hurricane blew through and, in…

Morewell

Keep the Aspidistra Flying – George Orwell (1936) After my review of George Orwell: A Literary Life last week, I decided to Google-up on what’s going on in the Orwell universe as of late. One link follows  another and, as these things tend to play themselves out, I am now registered to attend an all day conference on the author’s work…