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Looking Toward Kensington

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An East Finchley Snow Man

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Middlesex Hospital

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Only the listed chapel stands within what was once the Middlesex Hospital, W1 – final earthly port of call for both Peter Sellers and Bernard Breslaw. Both comedians as dead as the horribly named "Noho Square" development that was to be built on the site. The BT Tower flicks the whole scene a modernist finger in the right hand corner of the pic.

Most Annoying…

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…thing in London: missing the train by a second because one's fellow men are incapable of STANDING ON THE RIGHT!

Docklands: Made in Glasgow

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Detail of an old steam hammer from the long-dead Albert Dock, east London.

Up Above the Streets & Houses

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… Rainbow climbing high. The great thing about this pic of a rainbow over High Holborn was that I wasn't the only big sissy standing taking a picture of it on my camera/i-phone/doo-dah. All this taechnology has turned us into big sissies. A good thing, if you ask me.

The People's Republic of Soho

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The Broadwick Street mural depicts Brendan Behan and Dylan Thomas among a myriad of Soho characters. But where's Groucho?

Backstage

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Backstage, somewhere between The City and Westminster, is the oasis of peace and quiet that is Temple – the tranquility only broken by the odd (usually very odd) Da Vinci Code nutjob asking if Tom hanks has been by.

A Tree Grows in Clerkenwell

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By the former House of Detention, one of London long-forgotten gaols, a tree strives for the light in its own urban prison, Clerkenwell Close EC1.

You Were Only Supposed to Blow the Bloody Doors Off

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A patriotic Mini in Soho Square.

St Ghastly Grim

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Bacchus Would Approve of…

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Fusty and dusty, Gordon's Wine Bar was once described as "the venue where Miss Haversham had her hen night." Established in 1890, it remains an oasis of originality in an ever-more humdrum West End.

Waterloo Libre

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Sunny Cuba in wintry Waterloo.

Cathedral Underwater

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If you want a cathedral we've got three to spare. Two south of the river, two to the north.

Valley of the Shadow

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Edwin Lutyens' St Jude's Church at Hampstead Garden Suburb sends an imposing message in the milky sunshine of a midwinter morning.

The Source of the Nile

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You asked. So here it is. The actual, factual, bona fide Clapton Pond (above). Complete with the No.38 in the background. The name ‘Clapton’ or ‘farm on the hill’ is derived from the Old English words ‘clop’, a lump or hill, and ‘ton’ farm. Pond means a pond. (NB: If you’re on the wrong bus and wanted to catch the Clapton Pond Neighbourhood Action Group then click HERE .)

Things to Do in London at Christmas…

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Visit the rellies. (At the Grant Museum of Zoology .) (Note: Rellies: noun , Aust orig : relatives, blood relations,family members.)

East

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A gentle post for a lazy Sunday. A view of The City skyline looking east from the terrace at Somerset House in a fast encroaching early dusk, winter 2009.

Support Your Local Bookshop II

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Approached by no less than THREE v. helpful, v.polite, v. nice young members of staff at Waterstone’s bookshop in Kensington last Thursday, all of whom asked,”Can I help you?” Each with a seemingly genuine desire to be of assistance. “No thank you,” I replied each time with a smile that was MILES away from being as v. helpful, v. polite and v. nice as each of theirs. Feeling misanthropic, I mooched out of the shop, regretting that I hadn’t given them the reply I’d wanted to. Which was: “Help me? Help me? I’m a man in early middle age browsing in a bookshop. This is ONE of the only TWO places ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH where I require no help. The other is in a record shop. Help is what I require almost EVERY MOMENT OF THE DAY UNLESS I AM BROWSING IN A BOOKSHOP OR A RECORD SHOP . If being approached THREE TIMES suggests that I LOOK LIKE I NEED HELP EVEN HERE IN A BOOKSHOP then only the record shop is left as a safe haven of surety and self-confidence. But if I already look like I need

East End Backstage

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Behind the scenes in the East End. A dormant Petticoat Lane market by moonlight.

We Three Kings of Clerkenwell

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Artists to have recorded We Three Kings include: The Beach Boys, The Barenaked Ladies, Harry Connick, Burl Ives, Patti Smith and Tori Amos. Is The Three Kings in Clerkenwell the best pub in London? Damn near. Does it have the best pub sign (above)? Easily.

Ring Around the Moon

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“See a ring around the moon, a storm is sure to follow soon.”  Wise saw by Mr A. Homespun-Wisdom “A ring around the moon is caused by high altitude clouds, which precede low-pressure systems bearing moisture. So yes, it does indicate rain. The clouds contain ice crystals which refract the Moon's light, giving a halo effect.” Cold, hard fact from Mrs A. Boffin “There’s a Ring Around the Moon” Old time romantic song by J. Mercer “See a ring and a moon and you’re standing on the Victoria Embankment.” C. Pond Esq.

Dear Santa

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Dear Santa, I don't have a chimney so you'll have to read my blog to find out what I want. I'm getting my letter in early this year so we can avoid a repeat of last year's socks and cufflinks fiasco. You really effed up there Santa: maybe go easy on the booze at the other houses before you get to mine, eh? Anyway. Listen up: and listen with BOTH ears. I want a Rickenbacker 360 from Vintage & Rare Guitars (above) in Denmark Street. A black one. Blonde at a push. If they don't have that then I'll take a Gretsch Chet Atkins. In green. Only in green. Ta. Clapton Pond Esq. P.S. Will wait up for you. And here's the deal: No guitar for me – no mince pie and whisky for you. And Rudolph can whistle for his carrot.

Burns, Baby! Burns!

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Happy St Andrew's Day. Happy St Andrew's day? A contradiction in terms? (Above: Robert Burns, like me, in exile in London. Delighted to be so, too. I mean me. Don't know about Burns. You'd have to ask him. Although when he wrote "My heart is in the Highlands" I don't think he meant Totteridge & Whetstone. Though I might be wrong. There's a first time for everything.)

Ghost Train

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When I was a young Old Fart, this is what trains looked like on the tube. Only they were in black and white, of course. This one has been colourised using what The Authorities refer to as The Latest Technology. As an old Old Fart, I am against The Latest Technology. But I find myself liking old trains more and more. Just shoot me now. (Find the London Transport Museum HERE .)

Going Underground

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50… depth in feet of the Greenwich Foot Tunnel (southern stairwell, looking like something by M.C Escher, above) 200,000… the approximate number of tiles in the Greenwich Foot Tunnel. 0… the number of cyclists who actually dismount and push their bikes through the pedestrian tunnel

Sign of the Times II

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And I should jolly well think so, too. “My philosophy is as simple as ever. I love smoking, drinking, moderate sexual intercourse on a diminishing scale, reading and writing (not arithmetic). I have a selfless absorption in the well-being and achievements of Noel Coward.” Noel Coward (Found the sign at the door of the Phoenix Artist Club . Was reminded of the quote at a great blog called I’ve Been Reading Lately ) And before the Gasper Squad swing into action and bust the joint, the terrace they refer to is the common street outside the building.

A Sweet Shop Counter at Waterloo (after Manet)

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Konditor and Cook at Waterloo. A sweet-toothed take on Édouard Manet’s Bar-at-the-Folies-Bergere (1882) (below)

All The World's a Stage…

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…And all the men and women merely players, They have their exits and entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier… Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws, and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide, For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning aga

Sundown London

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Rained on-and-off all day in London yesterday. Then just as dusk approached, this light in the west: sunset over St Pancras and the BT Tower… "…that's all the London news today. And now, the weather for the next few days: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!"

Support Your Local Pub…

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(Pictured) Death Near Deptford: the corpse of The Victoria rotting in full view down Woolwich way "Brick Lane, in east London, once had no fewer than 20 pubs. The names – The Frying Pan, The Duke's Motto, The Jolly Butchers – are redolent of a former era, but apart from the derelict Seven Stars next to a mosque, all have found a new use. Three are Asian restaurants, two are cafés, one is a hairdresser, there's a clothes shop, and one hosts a money transfer facility. In keeping with this trend, the restaurant chain Nando's has converted seven London pubs and two in the provinces into food outlets." The Independent , July 2009 (Tips on how to mobilise the troops if your local is threatened with closure can be found at Fancyapint.com )

Soho Dawn

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Brewer Street (looking to Wardour Street) just after dawn on a Sunday morning. Up really early? Or just coming home? Not telling.

Rolling in to the Night

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“Dirty old river… I am in paradise.” Ray Davies , Waterloo Sunset

West II

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View from the Royal Exchange looking west after dusk on a late autumn Sunday evening. In the 17th Century stockbrokers were barred from the Royal Exchange due to their bad manners. Barring ill-mannered City types from public places. Hmm. What did we forget between now and the 17th Century?

Smoke

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“Drugs are bad, mmkay?” Mr Mackey, South Park Having said that… “It has always been my rule never to smoke when asleep, and never to refrain when awake.” Mark Twain. “I'm glad to hear you smoke. A man should always have an occupation of some kind. There are far too many idle men in London as it is.” Oscar Wilde. Shop illustrated G.Smith & Sons 74 Charing Cross Road. Even if you’re not going to buy a smoke, check out their elaborate snuff handkerchiefs, the finest pocket hankies in town.

Postman's Park

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"The material prosperity of a nation is not an abiding possession; the deeds of its people are." George Frederic Watts 1887 Postman's Park & the Memorial to Heroic Self Sacrifice in The City .

North & South

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So how serious is the North/South divide in London? Well as you can see (Woolwich, above) the South is tooled up and has its weapons trained on the North.

A Local Shop for Local People

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Alternative names from the shortlist drawn up before finally deciding on "Trashy Lingerie": Pants R Us Briefs Encounter The Basque of the Houndervilles I Write the Thongs that Make The Whole World Thing

Sign of the Times

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Down in ol' Soho where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola.

Heavy Metal

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The Tate Modern is… • Situated on a 3.43 hectare (8.48 acre) site on the south side of the River Thames opposite St Paul's Cathedral • A structure with a frontage over 200m (650 ft) long • Blessed with a chimney 99m (325 ft) in height, specifically built to be lower than the dome of St Paul's Cathedral at 114m (375 ft) • Composed of approximately 4.2 million bricks • Made in Scotland From Girders (see pic above) (The first four facts in this list appear on the Tate Modern’s website ) (The fifth is just a fact)

Death & Taxes

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A view of our fiscal capital from Camberwell cemetery.

Domed. We're all Domed.

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The Dome (the largest single-roofed structure in the world) basks in a shard of celestial light as the wicked Brigadoon of “Canary Wharf” emerges from the mist behind. (The Dome – under the name The North Greenwich Arena 1, thanks to IOC regulations forbidding the mobile phone company that currently sponsors the structure from peddling their wares at the Olympics – will play home to the basketball finals at the 2012 Olympic Games. In 1948, the make-do-and-mend Games, basketball was staged at the Harringay arena on Green Lanes.)

Planet of the Apes, Crystal Palace SE26

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Taylor (Charlton Heston, topless) and his mate Nova (Linda Harrison, in three bits of old chamois leather each no bigger than Barbie’s hankie) having escaped Ape City, are riding on horseback through The Forbidden Zone. The soundtrack offers tentative notes of hope. Suddenly Taylor sees a horrifying sight. Dismounting, he drops to his knees and wails: “We finally really did it. You maniacs! You blew it up! Damn you!” Cut to a shot of an overgrown ruin of a Sphynx, once the symbol of a great and mighty Palace at the height of a great and mighty Empire (see above). “God damn you!” cries Taylor. “God damn you all to hell.” FADE

Support Your Local Bookshop

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This is my local bookshop in N2, which often adds a much-needed flash of counter-cultural ribaldry through its window displays in otherwise sleepy suburbia. It is a much-loved resource on the High Road. This is Simon Callow in The Guardian (as I read it yesterday in the window of Any Amount of Books, Charing Cross Road WC2). “The bibliocide in the Charing Cross Road continues its depressing course apparently unchecked. The one gleam of light is the reinvention of Foyles, which has now become a very enterprising outfit, its stock, and indeed its general layout, informed by discernible individual taste. But a block further down the road, beyond Cambridge Circus, in what was once the heart of the book village, glumness is everywhere, the most recent losses being Murder Inc and Shipley's three excellent art book shops. Two Zwemmer's shops are long gone. In their places spring up Chinese herbalists, poster shops and coffee houses, all of which no doubt cater to pressing needs; mean

Get Ahead. Get…

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“It was astonishing how fashionable it was to be unfaithful. He often wondered if it was anything to do with going without a hat. No sooner had the homburgs and and the bowlers disappeared from The City than everyone grew their hair longer, and after that nothing was sacred.” Beryl Bainbridge, Injury Time (1977) “He's bought a hat like Anthony Eden's Because it makes him feel like a Lord But he can't afford a Rolls or a Bentley He has to buy a secondhand Ford He tries to feed his wife and his family And buy them clothes and shoes they can wear But he's bought a hat like Anthony Eden's So he don't care” Ray Davies, She Bought a Hat Like Princess Marina (1969) Pic shot in the finest gentlemen’s outfitter in London: Hornet’s of Kensington

Guarding the City

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The dragon traditionally guards the boundaries of The City of London – helped in this picture by one of London's 10,000 CCTV cameras.

Remember, Remember…

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This Bonfire Night view of London from 400 feet above sea level, looking southeast from Hampstead, sees The City and Canary Wharf obliterated, shrouded in gunpowder smoke and rain. Only the City of Westminster emerges from the mist, Brigadoon-like, thanks to the beacon of the Post Office Tower.

Turned Out Nice Again…

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“That’s the news, my liege. And now the weather: hail, Caesar!” (An old gag from a mock production of Julius Caesar in the old BBC radio show Round the Horne ) “When two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather.” Samuel Johnson “Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!” King Lear Rain all weekend in London. Get yourself down to the best gamp shop in town, James Smith & Son .