A Long Walk Through The City

Soon we found ourselves in Bloomsbury where around every corner you half expect to find T.S Eliot or Virginia Woolf stood in discussion with one of their literary acquaintances from that little bourgeois social circle of theirs. When Americans see London in their movies, says my old man, this is the London they are seeing.

Happy Sunday

I spotted this on the awning of an underground (literally) cocktail bar in East London. I can’t tell if it’s trying to persuade passersby to part with their money over expensive drinks or attempting to offer some kind of pop-philosophical critique of free will in e modern age. You’d think Kierkegaard has a bar tab…

Under Pressure

The bookshelf above my bed is now beyond overloaded and I’m quite certain that it’s going to collapse any day now. We’re at breaking point. One of the screws on the bottom left corner is looking particularly dodgy, and despite my best efforts I can’t get the damn thing tightened back into the wall. I…