The run up to Christmas is always a great time for some overhears on the street/Tube/canal paths of London. Every word is true and unadulterated…
“So when he turned up he was just palpitating”
“…Because we need time to prepare. Some of them need to go and put on clothes.”
“So I’m going to Montenegro.”
“You know there’s a wardrobe falling down the stairs?” “Yeah”
(Two coppers to each other) “I got her a sword to go with her two daggers. She’s so not girly.”
“But I did pay him for the drugs.”
“You can’t really drink one bottle at a time, because that would be a twenty year project”
“It’s like a cheese-filled condom”
“And then he said he’d been in a car crash but he’d bought me tickets for the gig too anyway and did I want to go. But it’s bollocks because he was never in a car crash anyway.”
“No I can’t unzip them, it’s my bunions.”
“It’s alright when she lies down, so it must be her neck, don’t you think?” “But it’s also ok when she talks.”
“Do you know anyone who know someone anything about the stock exchange?” “Well they seem to.”
Lovely photo by the always interesting and beautiful Instagram feed @kitlond, which features unexpected shots of London.
Lucinda Rogers’ gentrification exhibition at the House of illustration is a must see. Each piece documents the changing nature of life in Hackney and the changing communities. Striking, energetic, thought-provoking and top quality as ever.
Spotted in Shoreditch back in August!
Tove Jansson’s family portrait from the 1940s, one of many gems from the current Dulwich Picture Gallery show: the sea pictures, self-portraits, Alice in Wonderland illustrations…definitely waiting to go again.
This is what I love about London. The Royal Academy, October 2017.
Still finding London’s war memorials whenever I go. This one’s in Baker Street. If you want a literary record of the Second World War, then VS Pritchett’s London Perceived, written in 1962 but republished with a new foreword in 1985, reflected how the post war building boom saw London lose its “almost Venetian” low skyline. Funny to read as a Londoner who’s grown up with a much more diverse city and rather likes the skyline from Waterloo Bridge.