St. James Park

So, circumstance conspired to take me into the City of Westminster.  This is not somewhere I regularly visit, but a trade show at Victoria showcasing all things theatrical and nerdy, combined with a tube strike, took me off my regular travel patterns.  I had to get from Victoria to Euston, and hadn’t packed an A-Z.  Needless to say, I thought it would be a really good idea to try navigating by a combination of the compass on my keyring, (since I knew Euston was vaguely north eastish) by the London Eye (vaguely southish) and the BT Tower (somewhere reasonably close …

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Strike!

An individual who shall remain anonymous, as we walked together across Waterloo Bridge a few nights ago, had a rant that went something like this: ‘I hate tube strikes day.  I hate the way everyone in London talks like its the worst thing in the world, they just moan and moan and it’s like ‘oh god, this is the worst thing ever, Jesus, it’s so unfair’ and everyone becomes like a fascist and goes ‘I hate the tube drivers, they already get 40 grand a year, they should all be put in prison, I can’t believe they’re doing this’ and everyone piles …

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The Miracle of WordPress

Firstly, it’s been, as always, an age since I last posted.   More over, it’s taken me an age to work out how to read the large collection of very nice comments that have been left on the site – I wish there was some handy excuse for why I don’t know how to work my own blog, but since there isn’t, I’ll apologise for having to taken so long to finally figure it out… Secondly, in the interest of explaining why I haven’t blogged for an age, I thought I might fall back on my usual (and true) explanation and, as …

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Kings Cross St. Pancras

There’s an argument that these two stations ought to really be tackled separately, since there’s a lot to say about both of them.  But if Transport for London doesn’t mind clumping them together, then I’m not about to w0rry.  These two stations sit on the end of the Euston Road, in a part of London that has a reputation for being kinda squalid that it both does and doesn’t deserve.  Yes, there’s more than a little illicit night-time activity goes down in the back streets around Kings Cross, and yes, coppers are always around, and no, stations generally aren’t that …

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In Praise of Roger Zelazny

I’m sometimes asked who my favourite writers are.  And, while the list is long and extensive, Roger Zelazny has never yet not passed my lips.  I am more than happy to be a one-woman fan club for Zelazny, and sing his praises in all things.  Although dead now (most of my favourite writers are dead, damnit), he turned out a mass of work, ranging from extremely geeky science fiction of the guns-ships-aliens-in-space kind through to fantastical monsters and epic battles of the swords-and-cloaks variety.  His imagination ranged from sentient rocks with a thing for spontaneous nuclear fusion, through to battles …

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Springtime

So, every year in Tokyo, according to the BBC World Service, there is a celebration of cherry blossom.  Weather reports contain a feature on the progress of the cherry blossom as it spreads across the islands of Japan, until finally a special tree in a garden in Tokyo blooms, picnic-goers materialise for lavish feasts below the flowers and the season is declared to be underway. Now… I won’t pretend we have quite such a thing for cherry blossom in London.  Spring usually announces itself by the population of the city spontaneously stripping down to the bare minimum of clothing, regardless …

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