I saw this travel update at my local train station this morning. I would have taken a better picture but a rather heavy-set woman pushed through me on her way through the turnstyle and ruined the shot. Enjoy.
Tag: Travel
Citizen, remain vigilant
The terrorist threat level in the United Kingdom has recently been raised to Severe, meaning that there is high likelihood of a terrorist attack in the immediate future. Since the British Government initiated the launch of air missions against the Islamic State in Syria, living in London feels a lot like living in the centre…
Thessaloniki Street Art
//criticaldispatches.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/thessaloniki.jpg The last week has been spent eating, drinking and sleeping on holiday in the Northern Greek city of Thessaloniki. Held up in traffic while on a drive through the city’s main commercial district, we caught shot of this fantastic mural and I was able to take a quick picture before the light turned green…
A Break in Brighton
To call Brighton an eccentric town would be a criminal understatement. Some call it the gay capital of Europe, and on every street you will spot flamboyant queens, proud transvestites and every assemblage of the LGBT initialism.
A state of perpetual change
A few weeks ago I posted about a piece of street art that had popped up in Stucley Place (AKA “Shit Alley”) in Camden. Well, that piece has already been replaced with this very interesting work. The artist responsible is a young man from Hong Kong who goes by the name of Roes. I actually…
Scoping out the West
The search for our first place continues, and on a fine August Saturday afternoon it took Herself and I to Chiswick in West London. We had arranged to view a neat little one bedroom flat above a restaurant on the High Road and we’re excited about a change of scenery. We set on the idea of getting…
Happy Sunday from London
We shared a can of beer after work and went for a walk in the cool evening air, Wednesday last. Herself lives near the old London Docks, so we threw some shapes down through Wapping by way of Shadwell. This here is Shadwell Basin. It’s a beautiful little spot. I’m sure you will agree. The water was…
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.
Some Time Off On Achill Island
The good people of Achill will always ask how you are fixed for a drink, be it a water, a jar of stout, or a whiskey to warm you after a walk in the rain. There’s always a relation or a friend visiting from abroad and the people who live here want to show a…
A Weekend in Greece
If you ever happen to find yourself spending some of your very important and hard-earned vacation time in Thessaloniki, the capital of Greek Macedonia and the country’s second largest city by population, there are a number of details to which you will become privy about Greek culture that will forever change how you perceive this Southern European Republic and…
A Quick and Silly One
I spotted this sign whilst taking a break in Greece. I can’t help imagining that it is actually warning: “Please don’t chop up your own arm and then throw the pieces down the toilet,” or even: “Beware, death-ray currently in operation in the bathroom!” Do any of you have any captions that could be added?
Beautiful Kew Gardens
We had fine weather in London last week. The sun was shining and a soft breeze kissed its way up the Thames and through the city. We weren’t going to let it go to waste. On Saturday herself and I took the train from our digs in the East-End and headed South-West to check out Kew…
Blessed are the forgetful
“There is no teaching, but only recollection” – Socrates Last year I saw a stand-up comedian who, after riffing for 10 minutes on his recent travels across the United States, concluded his set (which was admittedly quite low on laughs) by idiomatically declaring to the half-cut Friday night audience that “when you experience different cultures,…
Don’t Grow Up
For the past few weeks, the weather in London has been – what the Irish would describe as – “desperate.” Making my way to the work, a few soggy mornings ago, I caught glance of this shop front and despite the soaked and depressing concrete grays of the city at this time of year, it…
A Death in Morocco
Abraham’s son had drowned in a nearby river that morning. The boy, we would be later told, was 7 years old. The body washed to shore about a mile downstream from where he had been last seen playing with friends. A sharp undercurrent had caught him and he was unable to swim. None of the…