A Typical London Argument

The altercation, as transcribed exactly by your correspondent, with neither editing, censor nor commentary, occurred between three 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 most…

Cooking George Orwell’s Long Lost Kidney Stew Recipe

On the day following King George V’s Silver Jubilee celebrations, 6th May 1935, George Orwell took a break from writing A Clergyman’s Daughter to type a letter to his friend and one-time romantic interest, Brenda Salkeld. Among Orwell’s usual topics of discussion (politics, literature, and low-culture) the author outlined what he described as a “wonderful” ox-kidney…

Impressions of poverty – A Dublin Story

If you’ve ever listened the song Running to Stand Still from U2’s Joshua Tree album you will have heard about the Dublin neighbourhood of Ballymun in the lyric, “I see seven towers but I only see one way out.” Located on the northern periphery of Dublin city, Ballymun was at one time Ireland’s largest and –…

SEO focussed content marketing copy to accompany the brilliantly innovative digital campaign for our dental hygiene product

Our best in class, multiple award-winning SEO marketing consultant advises us that, while this blog post may lack any amount of what might be commonly labelled substance, it will nonetheless propel our organisation’s website into the search ranking big leagues. Forget about digital natives, our internationally recognised, conversion-led content strategy brainiac is nothing short of a pure-bred digital…

On the Isle of Mull

On a tour bus, lumbering along the winding and rain drenched roads across the Isle of Mull, off the west coast of Scotland. He’s taking photos through the condensation covered windows, she’s trying to sleep through her travel sickness. “It makes the landscape look like a rural version of a Turner painting” “Very good,” she…

Like meeting an old friend, in some weird way.

Those of you who have been following this site for a while may remember that while working in Camden Town, I would regularly spot and photograph street art as it appeared on a rather nondescript back street by the name of Stucley Place (AKA Shit Alley). It occurs to me now, that I have never…

Fight for your right to be arty.

It’s been one hell of a while. How’ve you been? I’ve taken a few months away from my career as it was getting to the point at which there was very little going on in my life besides the entire week spent at work and then weekends dedicated to complaining about work. So far, this break…

Street art on Brick Lane in Shoreditch, London

What is the purpose of street art? I found myself occupied by this question while sat on the train to Shoreditch (the unofficial capital of London street art culture) with Herself this Saturday. Over the last several years, I have photographed thousands of works of street art around the UK and abroad. I’ve stumbled across…

Forget missed chances

When I first stepped off the tube for a job interview in Camden Town over a half a decade ago,  it’d be fair to say that I was less than immediately enamoured to the place . “A vastly unattractive part of London,” I called it. A grubby corner of North London, overcrowded with “punk/goth poseurs…

We were tired in Whitstable

We were tired and fattened and half drunk from dinner, but the early evening was warm and calm. Before the train back to London, we walked down along the shore to catch the last light that Whitstable Bay could spare. It was beautiful. We could have spent the night sleeping right there on the sand, but she’d already paid for the return tickets.

Guinness and Illicit Affairs in Dublin City

I can’t escape the feeling that I spend a disproportionate amount of my time on this posting platform in apology for not  posting enough. I fear that this might be another such occasion. However, I am not without my reasons/excuses. In the last 3 months I have changed jobs (yet again), moved to a new…

Violence, sleaze, drugs, and filth in Hollywood

An itemized list of my impressions of Los Angeles There’s very little I can tell you about Los Angeles  that hasn’t been already been said countless times before. There is no new revelation to be found in repeated tales of shattered dreams and careless degeneracy in the Hollywood Hills. You know all about that stuff already, everybody knows it….

Take Courage – Travel in London

The weather has been almost intolerably warm in the capital these last few weeks. To be honest, I’ve been struggling. It’s rare that I don’t get a funny look when I confess to my distaste for hot weather, but it’s the truth. A sun worshipper,  I am most definitely not. In fact, I was never…

Face the strange

It’s been a busy couple of months and I really haven’t had the time to so much as consider a post for quite some time. I have a free 10 minute window before I have to go off and do something else, so I thought I would share some of the street art I saw…

Hangin’ with the fishes.

I’m told that the collective noun for Koi is a Koromo, but I’m not exactly sure if that’s the truth – or even if these fish were definitely Koi.