In Praise of Raymond Chandler

A while back, I started in on a list of my favourite writers, and got as far as Roger Zelazny before becoming distracted by the usual plethora of Stuff and Things that keep on cropping up.  But I figure now is the time to remedy that and get onto Great Hero No.2 – Raymond Chandler. And yeap, he’s not a fantasy writer.  And yeah, even if you haven’t read him, you’ll have read someone trying to be him.  Every edgy, witty, sharp-tongued noir crime thriller you’ve read (or seen) since 1945 is either consciously or unconsciously pinching from Chandler, to…

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Blink

This post is going to be nearly all photos, since the subject of statues in London is something that I will need years to ramble about.  But it is thrown in here for anyone who has ever crossed Holborn Viaduct without really paying much attention, and all those who made the fatal error of watching the Dr Who episode called Blink while alone in a dark house…

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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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