Sept 25th - Oct 1st 2006
Sunday Leadenhall Market
Saturday Thin ink
Friday Leadenhall Market
Thursday Princessed
Wednesday Borough Market
Tuesday The Spratts
Monday Borough Market
Sunday 1st October
Leadenhall Market, Autumn 2005
Saturday 30th September
I followed the course
From chaos to art
Desire the horse
Depression the cart
I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone
Past my laughing stock
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in
- an extract from a new poem by Leonard Cohen
(and a weekend blog post if ever I saw one).
Friday 29th September
Leadenhall Market, Autumn 2005
Thursday 28th September
A bit (but only a bit) like the Roman philosopher discovered at the Games who explained himself by claiming, "These are my times; I must know my times," I settled down to watch an episode of Princess Nicki this week.
(Nikki Grahame, for any visiting Martians, is the simple-minded 24-year-old post-anorexic from Big Brother 7 who, a nation discovered, could tantrum for England; Princess Nikki, from the Big Brother production company Endemol, is a shameless rip-off of Paris Hilton vehicle The Simple Life, exposing Nikki to the "challenges of the real world" - most of which seem to involve faeces - with at least one guaranteed strop per episode.)
As I suspected, and as the show's falling ratings (448k, 308k, 296k, 179k..) confirm, the guilty awe of watching Nikki lose it wears off very quickly; slightly under three minutes in my case.
She did vocalise one thing, however, that especially resonated for me this week: "I hate having to do a working day; it's the most...paraphernalia experience thing...for me: I just hate working."
Wednesday 27th September
Borough Market, Autumn 2005
Tuesday 26th September
I may be remembering this wrong, but...Noddy, he was the vacuous skinny one with a kind word for everybody, yes?, whilst Big Ears was the overweight grumpy sod with more than a hint of back story about him.
Or am I thinking of Laurel and Hardy? French and Saunders? Mr and Mrs Spratt?
No, wait, it's coming back to me: Blair and Brown, that's the ticket (or not, in this case).
Monday 25th September
Borough Market, Autumn 2005
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