london

the once common site of london flute shops has sadly dissappeared from many a high street. these poor shops suffered most as a result of fickle londoner’s change in taste away from the metalic wind instruments.
today they’d rather have a reed instrument such as a bassoon or core angerlay (why did i choose that word to spell ?).
cousin mike might be able to give us some more musical knowledge to explain the demise of the humble flute shop

(with space ship)

some days i think my morning walk from paddington to tottenham court road is a little excessive. particularly when it’s raining.
rain is brilliant though. massive drops of water simply falling from the sky. excellent.

there are lots of crazy people in london. it makes you wonder where all the lost marbles went. i found one. near a hospital (but not a mental hospital)

wobbly bridge with the globe and tate modern on the other bank

there was a great thunder storm this afternoon when i was in a meeting. i took this photo a couple of minutes before whilst the clouds were gathering.

this theatre is proudly advertising nothing. all it’s advertising had been painted black. but they still had all the fancy light bulbs illuminating it.

i’ve never been to the tower of london. i know others have and have said it’s very good. here is a photo of it from when i popped out of Tower Hill tube station earlier.

i was alarmed to see that the cleaners have sacked a bin. what did it do wrong ? or was it simply putting their own jobs at risk by providing a place for people to put their rubbish ?
i just hope that other bins don’t hear about this and start an uprising. where would be without bins ?

i suspect someone misunderstood when they said they were going to clean up the streets of london. 500 rolls of toilet paper was probably not the solution they were looking for.

puddle duck would have been even better:

and a hill for hugging is a nice idea. unless you get court hugging the wrong person:

just like the other one, only one week and four hours later

i was lucky enough to be invited along to a reception at the House of Commons on the Terrace overlooking the river. it was mad weather which made for a good rainbow and a nice sunset.

“please can you tell me where i can find the dead man who has been taxidermied and put in a box” ?
a simple question which had an incredible effect on the person i asked. she creased up in fits of giggles and ran off to a back room. this was not an unusual response unfortunately.
another receptionist who overheard my question said “is he a student”.
eventually i found Jeremy Bentham in the South Cloisters of UCL. to save you the embarrasement of asking for him, here he is with some information:

more info for those that like to click and read:

a bit of a self portrait here:

and here is the pub sign and BT tower (again):

following the covering of st pauls and the BBC headquarters, the Marble Arch at, er, Marble Arch has now also been hidden.
it’s a giant game of tourist hide and seek.

i walked past the box last march (!) and this time it was empty as the actors were having a break. or perhaps they had just given up and gone home.

and here is a Bible in a glass box outside a church: