A Ten Point Manifesto for London’s Trendiest New High-End Eatery

A Ten Point Manifesto for London’s Trendiest New High-End Eatery Our manifesto embodies our commitment to lead the dining revolution by exposing the public to alternative avenues of perception and to question the very foundations of the dining experience. This establishment has absolutely no intention of serving food that fulfils arbitrary criteria such as visual…

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…

There is no such thing as revenge

 George Orwell: A Literary Life – Peter Davison (1996) It is said that everybody needs a hobby, but that is not to say you should be limited to only one. While some of my hobbies could be described as practical in their scope, such as learning a new language or exercising, over the last few…

Getting back into the groove

After a short time away, your faithful corespondent is back at his blog. To be honest, it’s been a long month and I’ve barely had a moment to myself since September. All I have to show for myself as far as photography goes is a picture that I took a fortnight ago and that I’m using as the…

Time For Action

I was only going to post once today, but I went for a walk on my lunch break and saw some new street art that I haven’t photographed yet. Here’s what I found. You can now follow my adventures on Instagram here.

Try Sharing

I saw this mural by London based artist Mau Mau near Camden Tube Station this afternoon. Apparently the piece has been in place since 2013, I just never noticed it before now – which certainly speaks volumes as to my general level of alertness. With  predictions of another global financial collapse occurring this year rife…

Giving life the runaround

Of all the tortures to which an otherwise sane person could willingly submit themselves, there are few activities I dread and despise more than jogging. Everything about this most sadistic of ventures fills me with equal measures of distain and revulsion. And yet, as soon as I arrive home from work, I waste no time in…