I don’t know what it is about Shoreditch. But there seems to be someone who loves writing things on walls about social networking…
What a shame.
From a pub toilet near Spittalfields. Which also had the great line writ large on the wall “England isn’t competitive”. Which I thought was rather profound.
Sorry for the blog quietness. Although I’ve not been busy blogging I have been busy doing other things. Like working. And more excitingly trying to buy a house in Brighton. I’m looking forward to living near the sea.
From this you can take it that my I Love London blog experiment failed… Or perhaps it was a resounding success in as far as it helped me to focus on the issue.
There’s something really compelling about looking inside the ‘sharp objects’ bin at airports. Especially now that they have things like hair conditioner in there. I think it’s to do with the fact that there’s essentially a bunch of really safe objects in there, but in the back of my mind I’m somehow expecting to see a mini-Bond gun, or at the very least a flick knife.
Contemporary modern art?
Some deep rooted need for belonging has been fulfilled…
Confused I was.
I was sitting upstairs on a bus last week and the CCTV screen was broken.
A blue screen with ‘no signal’ on it. As well as a couple of tags and a sticker with another tag on it.
It made me feel really unsafe. More unsafe than if the screens weren’t there at all.
I guess it’s a bit like when one is in a house full of the evil dead and one goes to pick up the phone and it’s been cut off.
Or perhaps it’s particularly unsettling that something that’s supposed to protect us from vandalism and petty crime has so blatantly been vandalised.
There are green Irish postboxes – yay!
Limerick and Blarney are both real places in Ireland, and you go the same way from Cork to get there. I really wanted to go and kiss the Blarney stone, but apparently so does everyone else.
Everyone in Cork travels on Segway. All the people who are advertising the new 3 store do anyway. They still look like fun to me.
Some posters in Cork seem deeply inappropriate.
They’ve got the best named Kebab shop in the world. Apart from perhaps Kebabylon.
Vend-a-scent have got the some lovely antique looking vending machines that keep men fragrant.
And I had a jolly nice time to boot :-)
