Formative Godfather

Head down to Green Park tube station and then stroll along Piccadilly to get to the Royal Academy for a chance to see their first blockbuster exhibition of the New Year.  And, rather like the Klimt–Schiele show that’s only recently come to a close, the Academy has decided again to forgo the idea of an in-depth … Continued

Sugar-Rush Certainty

Head down to Southwark tube station and the shallow smattering of seasonal snowflakes that were gently swirling earthwards yesterday and coating the streets with their chilly white auguries of future frostiness have all melted away.  But the biting wind remains, the sky is a duller shade of gray and even subsumed under my beanie hat … Continued

Theological Interpretations

Head over to London Bridge station which seems to be looking a bit smarter these days, now that the major refurbishment work that’s been going for the past few years has finally been completed. I’m not sure it’s had much impact on the underground lines that converge here so I’m assuming that the main benefits … Continued

Foreground Groans

Head down to Green Park tube station and call into the local Pret a Manger to treat myself to a ham and cheese toastie and a decaffeinated frothacino and then, suitably refreshed, I undertake the short postprandial perambulation required to take me to the doors of the elegant Georgian townhouse that is home to the … Continued

Cheery Composure

Since last week’s blog offered up a sort of critical review of the previous year’s worth of artistic entertainments that were enjoyed and endured in approximately equal measures by your humble correspondent, I suppose that symmetry might suggest a not unreasonable course of action would then be to follow that up this week with an … Continued

Chocolate Box

…and so another new year begins.  But filled with the anticlimatical toporific lassitude that oftentides seems to accompany this particular chronological cusp, I don’t feel that I’ve yet managed to accumulate the sufficient reserves of psycho-spiritual momentum required to shift me out of my current customary yuletide hibernatory state and into the kind of more … Continued

Ectoplasmic Mush

Head down to Victoria station and this seems to be yet another location in the capital currently undergoing fevered infrastructural building works.  Hopefully, when it’s all finished and the last of the cranes, portakabins and hard hats have departed, the entrance to the mainline station will be cleared of the chaotic hodge-podge of temporary add-on … Continued

Cataractual Fuzziness Even

Head down to the Elephant and Castle tube station and then search out the bus stop that will take me away from this grim confusing intersection of roads, shops and pedestrian pathways.  At least the truly creepy and unpleasant warren of subterranean underpasses with their dreadful murals all got filled in and covered over a … Continued

Meandering Means

Head along to Walthamstow Central tube station, the northernmost terminus of the sky blue Victoria line and, like its antipodal partner Brixton – a location about which I’m a lot more familiar, having resided near there for the quarter of a century preceding my westerly relocation – it seems to be home to the kind … Continued

Beanbag Sofas

Head over to Holborn tube station and start walking in the direction of the British Museum.  The big show on there at present is all about the ancient Assyrian King Ashurbanipal, a name I vaguely recall from all those ancient history lessons I had to sit through under my ancient ancient history teacher, the frail … Continued