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….

During this cold London weather, let’s draw up closer and huddle round a nice warm tube line.

With the overreaction this city (and country) is showing to over cold weather, I wouldn’t be surprised if they endeavoured to label the wind a terrorist threat next. I swear to hearing two old ones on the bus, reminiscing about the Great Fire of London they were. All the way home from work this evening…

A dialogue

  A dialogue Carefully settling his steaming cup of extremely hot coffee and throwing his knapsack under the desk, he signs into the computer and turns to the freelancer who’s been working in the office for about a week-or-so now. “Good morning,” she says before he’s able to offer the same. “Good morning,” he gives…

A Mural in Westbourne Park

Just a quick one today. I recently started a journalism course near Westbourne Park, West London. On my way to class last week, I caught site of this impressive mural on an otherwise wholly unremarkable street. I’ll post something more substantial in the the next week or so. You can now follow my increasingly strange…