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Day in London

July 18, 2017

A hot day, not even a coolish start.

As thunderstorm expected later, half an hour in the garden, long grass cut, grass seed sown.

Too hot for London, a day for sitting in the shade of a  tree in my garden.

But then, crossing Hungerford Bridge, with stunning view down river, I thought no different to being in a city in Europe, indeed surrounded by foreigners I could be in Europe.

On arrival, a detour to Love & Scandal.  A mistake, as the falafel was not good, but the fresh orange juice was excellent.

I  learnt from a helpful Australian  woman who preferred to sit in the coffee shop than her office, that there was another coffee shop, Coleman Coffee Roasters, further down Lower Marsh, roasted their own coffee, but closed at three.

I did check. And yes, closed at three. I asked why. They said they liked their afternoons.

I also learnt, street food market every day, not as I thought Thursdays and Fridays and that it too closes at three.

On my way to Love & Scandal I passed by a bookshop. The guy remembered me and said we have a coffee book in. It was outside on a table. I looked. Of no interest. A book of recipes using coffee.

In Lower Marsh an upmarket green grocer, spread over three floors.  They serve coffee, but not Grumpy Mule which was on sale. The owner said that from Coleman Coffee Roasters was better. No coffee, not sure why. On sale teapigs which is rubbish Tetley tea,

I cut through Waterloo Station. Quicker than walking around.

Free cans of Lucozade, free Clipper tea. Three cans of Lucozade, two boxes of Clipper tea.

I had intended to have a coffee off the kiosk at the foot of the steps for Hungerford Bridge but far too hot. The fresh lemonade was too tempting. It was excellent, though I wish would not fill glass with ice.

I sat and chatted with two girls from Latin America, one from Argentina, the other Venezuela. Conversation switched back and forth between English and Spanish.

Across Hungerford Bridge, through Embankment Gardens,  across The Strand, Covent Garden, then cut through China Town into Soho.

A Chinese lady invited me into her parlour for a massage. Sorry no time.

I was after Frith Street, which took me some time to find, in the end I had to ask.

What I was seeking, once Frift Street was found, was Bar Italia, claimed to be the oldest coffee shop in London.

Bar Italia, well worth the search. Excellent cappuccino. But, wonderful atmosphere ruined by widescreen TV.

Then to Coffee Island in Covent Garden.

I was after Standart issue 8. Third time lucky, they had in stock.

Not really time for a coffee, but I decided to try Japanese iced coffee using V60.

Then dash to Charing Cross Station, train to Lewisham, DLR to Depford Bridge, then find Taylor St Roasted for cupping session.

Interesting view from the train of route I usually walk. Front carriage of train from Charing Cross fairly empty. Packed when it pulled away from London Bridge. When I alighted at Lewisham, I saw the carriages behind packed in like sardines.

This was the only reason I was in London on one of the hottest days of the year, and had treked out to Depford, a cupping session at Taylor St Roasted.

Well worth the visit.

Back the same way to Waterloo East. Something to eat in Lower Marsh. Missed train.

As I was leaving Taylor St Roasted, the thunderstorm had arrived, drops of rain as I walked to Depford Bridge Station.

Leaving Waterloo Station to Lower Marsh, it had rained, now big drops of rain.

Whilst eating, it rained, luckily stopped as I left, wet streets already drying, but flashes of lightning in the sky, no thunder. .

From the train, very dark. I made the mistake of not looking out for the storm.

I tried one of the cans of Lucozade. It tasted nothing like Lucozade. Maybe it is now nothing more than an empty hollow worthless  brand. It was disgusting. Even more disgusting than San Pellegrino, which is also disgusting. How can people drink these disgusting fizzy sugary drinks, especially when can pop in somewhere like M&S or Waitrose and find small bottles of very interesting fruit juices?

Alighting from the train, it had been raining, started raining again. Luckily a bus, and when I alighted from the bus rain had stopped.

During the early hours of the morning, thunderstorm continued, lightning, very heavy rain, but no thunder.

  • PHOTOS Day in London

Mayday in London

May 1, 2017

Mayday, a cold wintry day, more like winter than the beginning of May, though it warmed up a little in the afternoon.

South Bank Street Food Market is held Friday, Saturday and Sunday, today being a Bank Holiday, also Monday.

I was heading to Home Slice in Covent garden, but as I was hungry, I had a dosa off one of the stalls. It was not great. Far better off the chutney stall on Guildford farmers market.

But my real interest was coffee.

There are two stalls, one a battered old Citroen van the other Ethiopian Coffee Roasters.

When a stall adulterates its coffee with syrups, cannot be bothered to grind fresh for each coffee, then avoid, which is why I had a coffee off the Ethiopian coffee stall. The other reason, it is probably the best coffee in London.

I also picked up a bag of Ethiopian beans.

Across Hungerford Bridge. One of the best views of London. And absolutely great news, the Garden Bridge which would have blocked this view will not be built.

Cut through Jubilee Gardens, marvellous bed of white tulips.

Up through Covent Garden, to Home Slice in Neal’s Yard.

Home Slice serves excellent pizza, but word has spread, now something of a disaster,  as even mid-afternoon, an hour or more wait to be served.

I was offered a slice of pizza to take out.

Too messy to eat outside.

Excellent organic tea in Neal’s Yard Remedies. Freshly made. I think, lavender, mint and elderflower, but I may be wrong.

Monmouth Coffee closed.

A long chat with a lovely Japanese girl.

I suggested read Debt by David Graeber, Sacred Economics  by Charles Eisenstein also Global Minotaur, And The Weak Suffer What They Must?  by Yanis Varoufakis.

I also suggested A Japanese girl’s dream come true.

Then on to Union Chapel for a talk and book launch by Yanis Varoufakis.

Opposite, Benita Bakery, a bakery and coffee shop, alongside Costa and tax dodging Starbucks.

But sadly not a clue. The coffee not ground fresh for each cup, I checked what they use, a freshly opened bag, it smelt disgusting, no roast date, basically rubbish for catering supplies.  Pastries and stuff to be hotted up. No flapjacks or cookies.

The best to be said of the coffee, drinkable.

But why bother.

Yanis Varoufakis in discussion with Paul Mason excellent. Adults in the Room, to be published 4 May 2017, an expose of the European Deep State.

Appalling bad organisation by Union Chapel, or at least by those who prepare the food. By the time the doors opened, no time to eat. This was explained to those preparing the food, that food should be available later. It was at the last event.  After the event had finished, no food, so few people stayed, whereas at the last event, it was busy.

Questionable the bookseller was charging full price for books. It is the norm at such events to discount. And the point blank refusal to hand people bags, was appalling.

I am all for supporting indie bookshops, but not when they have this attitude.

Day in London

April 20, 2016
Dalston Regent's Canal

Dalston Regent’s Canal

Lovely and sunny, but cold.

Train to Waterloo, overcrowded, standing room only. Why only five coaches, why not ten?

No 243 bus to Dalston, only I could not see a 243. Hopped on I think 76 or maybe it was 26. It went to Liverpool Street Station. I then saw I had gone to the wrong  bus stop. Why did the driver not tell me?

It took as long to reach Liverpool Street by bus, as train journey into London. One continuous traffic jam.

No 242 to Dalston not a lot better.

I find The Hive, where I was due for a conference. Although I was late, I was one of the first there.

Food laid on for breakfast, raided from skips.

ReSpacing Conference all day.

We are told to recycle. Do we? No. Food is wasted, materials are wasted, even space is wasted, derelict building dot the landscape, green space is destroyed by developers, aided and abetted by corrupt councils.

On my way in, I had noticed what was maybe a coffee bar. Not sure, as it said coffee, then I thought maybe not, outside seating for a pub.

I checked during a break, saw it was a coffee bar, Curio Cabal, popped back later and had a coffee. It was excellent.

Conference was due finish at 5-30. It overran until sometime past six, I did not leave until gone seven.  A very interesting conversation with an enlightened property developer.

By now very cold.

No 243, I saw, did indeed go to Waterloo.

But now I wished for Covent Garden.

No 243 skirted Covent Garden. I alighted at Holborn and walked.  Had I waited for 242, it would have taken me more or less where I wished to be in Covent Garden.

Pizza at Home Slice, only Home Slice packed.

I had soupe at Wild Food Cafe. Expensive and very noisy.

Back to Home Slice, still a long wait.

Train from Waterloo, gone ten, and yet packed, standing room only.


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