Posts Tagged ‘London’

Trip to London

April 27, 2015

Somewhat late setting setting off for London, but had I set off earlier, it probably would not have made much difference, as no trains for two hours, due to someone being killed on the line. The train I caught was ten minutes late, then ran very slowly.

At Waterloo Station, many people milling around. I assume due to many cancelled and delayed trains.

Hungerford Bridge

Hungerfotd Bridge

From Waterloo Station a pleasant walk to Covent Garden.

view downstream from Hungerford Bridge

view downstream from Hungerford Bridge

The view downstream from Hungerford Bridge, one of the finest views in London, or was. A view of St Paul’s, but now being destroyed by ugly high rise buildings.

Excellent lunch at Food for Thought. More’s the pity it closes 21 June 2015, after forty years in business.

Covent Garden is being destroyed. Walking down Neal Street to Food For Thought, down a side street, Pret a Manger and Costa.

After lunch, it was then try to find Trew Era Cafe.

I knew what bus I wanted, or thought I did, and vaguely knew from where to catch it.

The bus I wanted was No 243, which would have taken me straight to where I wished to be.

Only there was no 243. It was being diverted.

No 38 was the bus for Hackney.

Welcome to Hackney

Welcome to Hackney

I hopped on a No 38, and got off at Dalston Junction.

Now which bus, that was the question?

I hopped on a No 243, to be told, wrong direction.

I hopped back off, walked back to where I needed to be.

Not sure what bus I needed, I asked a driver, no, you do do not want a 76, you want 243.

Woman at bus stop said no, you want a No 76.

I caught the next No 76, got off, had no idea where I was.

Walked through a park, came out by Hoxton Street Market.

Headed to where I thought I may needed to be, then realised there it was, there was Trew Era Cafe.

Only problem was, it was now eight o’clock, and it closed at seven.

It had taken me two hours from Covent Garden.

Now it was find Queen of Hoxton, where 13 Shades of Romanian Party was being hosted.

I set off in the right direction.

fruit and vegetables

fruit and vegetables

As I set off I passed Hoxton News adversing The Trews and a very temping fruit and vegetable display. I was very tempted by the black tomatoes.

A long walk.

It seemed to be on the boundary between Shoreditch and the City of London.

I think I was now in the City of London, where all the greedy bankers screw the rest of us.

Queen of Hoxton a dump, its only redeeming feature a rooftop terrace. The 13 Shades of Romanian Party was not up to much either.

How to get to Waterloo Station?

I could have caught a No 26 bus, but could not see where from, and no one knew either. But I was told Liverpool Street Station was not far and how to get there. And so I caught the tube from Liverpool Street.

This Is Fucking Vandalism, London’s History And Culture Are Being Destroyed In The Name Of Greed

April 20, 2015

Originally posted on the void:

black-capsAround 150 people joined a protest outside The Black Cap public house in Camden yesterday after it closed suddenly and without warning last week.  The long running LGBT venue opened in the 1960s, surviving throughout the days when gay people faced prosecution.  Now it is falling victim to rampant gentrification that respects neither culture or history and seeks only to make as much money as possible for greedy property developers.

Speaking at the protest drag artist Titti La Camp, a former performer at the pub, said 10 gay venues had closed in central London since the current Tory government weren’t elected.  In an all too familiar story, those trying to save The Black Cap believe it is likely to be converted into yet more luxury flats that nobody local can afford.

camden-marketsA few hundred yards away a large part of Camden Market is currently a building site, awaiting being converted…

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Aylesbury Estate

April 9, 2015
Berlin Wall

Berlin Wall

Social cleansing, 2,700 homes to be demolished, to make way for private housing development.

There was a ballot in 2001 of the estate asking if they would like to leave things as they were or transfer all the stock into a housing association, and 73 per cent said ‘don’t do anything’.

The housing estate surrounded by a ‘Berlin Wall, which the local council has spent £140,000 of public money to erect.

Access to the estate for the few remaining residents, is through a security checkpoint manned by private security thugs.

The residents are penned in like animals.

Council is harassing tenants and forcing them out by deliberate neglect.

Private development to be sold to Middle East, Russia and China.

Southwark Council, that is carrying out this social cleansing with the help of private security thugs  is a Labour run Council.

There is not a jot of difference between Labour and the Tories.

Over the long Easter Weekend, activists tore down sections of the ‘Berlin Wall’.

Why is this not being discussed by the mainstream media? Why is it not an election issue?

Social cleansing is happening across London.

St Paul’s sunrise

January 10, 2015
St Paul's sunrise

St Paul’s sunrise

Sunrise St Paul’s Cathedral a few days ago.

To the left, the Central Criminal Court, known to most as the Old Bailey. Justice, her arms outstretched, holds her sword and scales.

Trafalgar Square

October 18, 2014
Whitehall as seen from Trafalgar Square 1839.

Whitehall as seen from Trafalgar Square 1839

Whitehall as seen from Trafalgar Square 1839.

This one of the earliest known photographs.

East London from the air

May 22, 2014

A unique and fascinating look at East London from the air.

Music ‘Stratosphere’ kindly donated by David O’Brien / Gareth Johnson.

Victorian London

October 21, 2013
the London of Charles Dickens

the London of Charles Dickens

Judith Flanders signing The Victorian City

Judith Flanders signing The Victorian City

A talk by Judith Flanders at The Electric Theatre, part of the Guildford Book Festival, scouring through the programme, one of the few events it looked worth going to.

And yes, it was well worth going to, a fascinating speaker, only a pity she did not have longer than an hour, and several minutes were taken up at the beginning with introductions.

I have never understood why I have to be told how eminent or erudite a speaker is, I can draw my own conclusions. And why do we have to have the ghastly TV format, let a speaker speak.

Judith Flanders started off by defining the period her book covered, 1812-1870, the life of Charles Dickens, this was pre-Victorian which meant she could show how the Victorian city had evolved, and the late Victorian was not so interesting.

Victorian London, was not just special to England, it was special to the world, it was the largest city the world had seen.

Cities, until then, we know their size, the walled city. There were various factors that controlled the size of the city, how to you get the food and goods in, how do you get the sewerage out?

Her starting point was a line by Dickens, the dead were elevated to waist height. She had read this many times, and it suddenly struck her, what did this mean?

Note: This is not an exact quote.

The cemeteries lacked room. This was solved in two ways. Dig the bodies up, break them up, and dispose of the bodies. This could be a short a period as four weeks had elapsed, before bodies were dug up and disposed of. The other, was to keep piling the bodies one atop the other. There were graveyards as tall as a one storey building. Hence the line the dead were elevated waste high. Readers of Charles Dickens would have known what was being spoken of, but it has become lost to us.

The city would awake in the morning. No alarm clocks, arrangements would be made, to be knocked up. No time for breakfast, cooking breakfast would have meant lighting a fire, too costly in time and fuel.

Public transport was available, stage coach which was expensive, and the omnibus, which was extortionately expensive, later had the tram, which was affordable, and special fares on the trains, which enabled people to commute. There was also steam ferries plying up and down the river.

Lacking any means of affordable transport, the only alternative was to walk. People came in waves, the workers, followed by the clerks, earlier were the drovers bringing the animals to Smithfield market.

The roads, or what passed as roads, were chaos, horse and carts, carriages, stagecoaches, all over the place. The walkers on the other hand were very disciplined, Dickens described them as a black line.

Having had no breakfast, this was picked up on the hoof as they walked to work.

Street sweepers, swept the streets clean.

As the clerks neared their place of work, shoe shine boys, who cleaned their shoes, brushed down their trousers.

Life was lived out on the street. Dickens was a journalist, he recorded what he saw on the street.

Trafalgar Square built, Regents Street. Regents Street was a destination, not a place to pass through.

A fire would be street theatre, everyone would come to watch. The firemen would call upon volunteers to man the pumps, the water was literally pumped. Very hard work, had to change manpower every ten minutes. The volunteers would be paid, and fed and watered.

One coffee stall, we know his shift, from his accounts. He would set up at nine o’clock at night to serve the theatre goers, then those worse for wear from a night out drinking, then the waves of different people coming in to work, the drovers, the workers, the managers. During the night, he would let the prostitutes huddle around his stall to keep warm. At nine o’clock in the morning, he would go home.

At night, the prostitutes would walk in for the night shift. We know where they lived from the Census. Houses where there were girls in their twenties, houses where there were no men.

A city of water shortages, water available for only a few hours, that is when it was available.

We can map when clean water and sewerage systems were connected as the rate of disease dropped. Before connected to mains water, the water had to be collected from standpipes in the street.

The Thames was much wider. The Embankment was built to house the sewers.

Women were on the streets, even those who stayed at home, interacted with the street, as there could be as many as twenty or more deliveries to a house, including the postman who managed a dozen deliveries in a day.

The rich lived almost cheek-by-jowl with the poor. The rich lived on the main street, the poor in the side streets.

The poor would live a whole family to a room, everyone would work, they earnt enough to sustain life, but nothing more. If one of the family fell ill, they would fall into destitution.

A city of people, not a city of buildings.

One Tree Books were running the bookstall. A pile of books. I did not think they would sell, neither did they. Only a couple were left. This must have had everything to do with the calibre of the speaker.

Book signings of The Victorian City.

Trans-Siberian journey

October 20, 2013
trans-Siberian journey

trans-Siberian journey

trans- Siberian journey

trans- Siberian journey

The popular vegetarian restaurant ‘Food For Thought’ is now showing an exhibition of work featuring illustrations inspired by the journey I took across Siberia by train in May this year. — Meredith Owen

An exhibition of art by Meredith Owen at Food for Thought in Covent Garden, inspired by a trans-Siberian journey.

The paintings could have been larger, and the artist doing himself no favours by hiding his art behind glass.

Aleph, is an account by Paulo Coelho of a journey on the Trans-Siberian railway.

Pleasant autumn day in London

October 20, 2013
London Eye

London Eye

What was to have been a day in London, was more of a late afternoon and evening.

On the South Bank a food market. The whole area very busy, and walking over Hungerford Bridge. But nothing like Covent Garden. Could hardly move, was like the pre-Christmas crush, only it was not pre-Christmas.

Lunch at Food for Thought. An art exhibition inspired by a trans-Siberian jornu.

It was jammed outside Covent Garden Tube Station. It would have taken half an hour or more. I decided to walk to Holborn. There would normally be few people, but even this was packed.

I passed little coffee shop called Salt. Had the time, I would have investigated further. I was told later by a lady on a bus to Hackney, excellent coffee shop, a small chain of indie coffee shops.

From Holborn, Tube to Mile End. I would have walked, but a stunning Indian barrister, said hop on the bus. It was only one stop.

I got lost wandering around the Queen Mary Campus, alongside the canal.

I finally found the Anarchist Bookfair. It was not worth the effort of attending. Very packed, very hot.

A party at 195 Mare Street in Hackney.

I was told the wrong bus, which did not exist. I get a different bus, the driver told me where to alight, and get the 245 to Hackney.

I am not sure if I was at Bethnal Green or Whitechapel. Long wait for the bus though I think that was because delayed not because infrequent. Lots of people milling around. I felt I was in a foreign country.

Not sure where to alight for Mare Street. People on the bus helpful.

Strange, you think of people in a big city being rude and unhelpful, especially when that big city is London. And yet I found the exact opposite. People very friendly and helpful. Even the bus drivers went out of their way to be friendly and helpful. I felt like a stranger in a foreign city. Maybe that is how they saw me.

I alighted too soon in Mare Street. I hopped back on the bus. The bus passed a few stops. I thought I had gone too far, but no, I had a little way further to walk. I also learnt I could catch a 26 bus to Waterloo. I was wondering how I would get back to waterloo, especially as the Northern Line was not running.

I passed an interesting restaurant on the way, The Advisory.

195 Mare Street, where the party was being held, is a massive Grade II listed Georgian building, set back from the street, guarded with iron gates, with a sentry guarding the gate with chain and padlock. Their approval gains admittance.

I could not stay long. There was due vegan food, but it never materialised.

The Advisory, the restaurant I had passed by earlier, I had something to eat. I thought would be too late, but they said ok, they closed at 11pm.

I could see buses passing by, No 26 seemed to be every ten minutes. When I was at the bus stop, it seemed to have changed, as 20 minutes wait. Luckily one came within ten minutes.

Interesting passing through the City of London by bus at night. Very large building being built. Passed right outside St Paul’s. I should have been on the top deck.

Gone eleven o’clock at night, traffic jams. The streets packed with people.

Crossing Waterloo Bridge, stunning view down the river.

I arrived at Waterloo Station in time to miss the fast train, I would have to wait for the slow train.

I thought I wouldwalk back along Waterloo Bridge, but too far.

Train was standing room only. Appalling, almost midnight, only five coaches and the train standing room only.

I arrived home, not long after one’clock in the early hours of the morning.

London 1927

May 4, 2013

Amazing rare colour footage from London in 1927. Music by Jonquil and Yann Tiersen.

Incredible colour footage of 1920s London shot by an early British pioneer of film named Claude Frisse-Greene, who made a series of travelogues using the colour process his father William – a noted cinematographer – was experimenting with. It’s like a beautifully dusty old postcard you’d find in a junk store, but moving.


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