Tag Archives: David Bowie

This Is The Modern World (75/80)

Post 75 of 80. Tuesday 19 November  – Westferry (Square D7 on the Tube map), West Finchley (A5), West Ham (C8), West Hampstead (B4), West Harrow (B2)

I step out of Gingerbread Cottage early and breakfast-less for today’s assault on London. By Jove, it’s cold! That wind is Arktik! Rounding the corner into Sydenham Park Road (there’s no Sydenham Park, by the way) I come across a traffic jam in Dartmouth Road heading towards the South Circular: it’s a supersnarlyhootilisticexpleetayalatrocious snarl-up! Less of the outrageously long words, snarls The Inner Curmudgeon. Otherwise we’ll never get through this post. Feeling something like the Israelites must have done when crossing the Red Sea, I shoulder my way past the boils and whirls malarking on the pavement on their way to skool.   Continue reading

Wish You Were Here (30/80)

Thursday 25 April  – Emirates Greenwich Peninsula (Square D8 on the Tube map), Emirates Royal Docks (E8)

Dear Readers, I give you fair warning that this post is, as near as makes no difference, one hundred per cent pure sap, soppiness, sentimentality and self-indulgence. There is little, if any, of the intellectual sinew (gristle, some would say) of my normal posts. It is a (mainly) Curmudgeon-free zone. The chiaroscuro of light and shade, that trademark shock and awe alternating with comedy and slapstick, which dapples my other posts is absent. Gibbering and drivelling are the order of the day. How come?   Continue reading