On dark nights in the midst of Winter, I often find myself wondering ~ why do we create? Why am I propelled, driven forward by some intangible, weightless yet weighted desire to put pen to paper, put typeface to script, to live and breathe my dreams into existence on the page in front of me? And perhaps the answer to … More Why Do We Create? Thoughts on Pushing Through The Darkness
Where do I begin from here, where do I even start? I am curled in a chair with my best friend opposite me. I am trying to explain how life has been for the past six months. I have just come home from a day spent at a job I will never return to. I have a glass of wine in … More It’s An Inside Job… Honest Notes on My Breakdown
Frederick Charles Herrick is the gentleman responsible for the early 20th century tube adverts for the London Underground, and a comprehensive collection of his work is held to view at The London Transport Museum in Covent Garden. But what I want to focus on today is a little ‘then and now’ ~ a bit of … More When Poetry, Light, Warmth & The Seasons Were Used To Advertise The London Underground: Then & Now
You know how I’m always oscillating between the country and the city? Alcohol and non-alcohol? Bars and restaurants? And always with one running theme ~ green, eco-conscious and independent, usually with a beautiful verdant garden out the back. Those that I turn to time and again ~ to tuck up my knees against my chest and … More Oh, Just Sitting Canal-Side at the Prettiest Distillery in East London
My key for this evening’s fancies lies in a note I received not long back ~ a card from a lady dear to me, scribed in her pretty neat handwriting with a £20 note taped inside. Enclosed was a little booklet, a museum guide as it turns out. But it didn’t read like a museum guide, more like a … More Scorpion Cocktails and Dusty Decadence At London’s Most Fascinating Museum
Remind me of that day ~ Brick Lane and I ~ we parted ways. A sense of something ending and a sense of Autumn on the soft-sharp winds… It was one of those air-perfect days when everything was just on the cusp. The beginning of life it felt, the passing of the last 8 years … More Ode to Brick Lane… Farewell to Ghosts of London Past
Calm, steady gravel-thread hands. I remember ~ precise, your nose. Every beach, driving. Hump-back down those roads. Seagulls. Seagrass. Always. Us. ‘Plumbing, pliers, electronics. Understand these my friend, defy all logic’. Calm, steady, gravel-thread hands. Hump-back down those roads. Remember when you told me off? I do. Hot, shame-smart righteousness. Ready well of tears and … More Dazzling Blue, Roses Red: Saying Goodbye To My Grandad.
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Good Friday in the City
London’s Sweetest Secret Garden and Hideaway Café
Mudchute City Farm probably has the strangest collection of both animals and World War II relics in London,
A Daughter of Nyx 