June 11th - June 17th 2007
Sunday Primrose Hill
Saturday Walking the walk
Friday Parliament Hill
Thursday Naked truths
Wednesday Vauxhall
Tuesday Always have Paris
Monday Regents Park
Sunday 17th June
Primrose Hill, Summer 2007
Saturday 16th June
And that dawn walk home last week, that glorious walk from Elephant and Castle, leaving the proto-Horse-Meat warehouse party (which was okay but not all that, frankly), walking out into the almost empty streets, a good two hours before Sunday transport starts, and no cabs, so I found myself at London Bridge, still on foot, where the river mist made everything ethereal and pastel toned, Tower Bridge to one side, St Pauls to the other, and I reminded myself that this, this, was absolutely the best thing about summer in the best city in the world and what a shame I hadn't got my camera on me, and then remembered that, aha!, I had a compact in my bag so I took a lot of photographs (all of which later turned out to be very very blue, virtually monochromatic - because I was too drunk to think about correcting the colour balance - but pretty enough to make me go back and retrace (some of) my steps a few days later, with much happier results plus transport that started running a hell of a lot earlier, unlike the original walk where I eventually ended up, still on foot, at the Tower where I stood and waited twenty minutes for the first bus but when it came the idiot driver hadn't got the right number showing on the front so I assumed it was some kind of rail-replacement nonsense that wouldn't take me the rest of the way home, so I ignored it, only to see the number that I wanted on the back of the bloody bus as it soared away from me (there was some swearing, I can tell you) and so I ended up walking the whole way from Elephant to Wapping, dreaming of a full English breakfast - how long was that walk?
Only 3.4 miles apparently.
(Though I have to say it felt a hell of a lot longer: quite possibly because, drunk as I was, there was probably at least one step sideways for every forward stagger.)
Friday 15th June
Parliament Hill, Spring 2007
Thursday 14th June
The news that the Solair Recreation League, a nudist camp in northeastern Connecticut, recently invited students from dozens of New England schools to a college day in the hope of lowering their median membership age below 55 prompts several thoughts, none of them especially cheerful for this over-55-year-old.
"I'm not big. It's the volleyballs that got small!"
Wednesday 13th June
Vauxhall, Autumn 2006
Tuesday 12th June
I don't spend a lot of my time trying to get inside the head of Paris Hilton, cramped space that I suspect it to be (or why else does she herself seem to spend so much time out of it?) - but my thoughts have turned in that direction recently, trying to imagine what it must be like, in the space of just a few short days, to go from thinking that, hey, most of the world really loves you to realising that, no dear, they mostly loathe you.
Monday 11th June
Regents Park, Summer 2006
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