There May Be a Protest
2016 . DESTINATIONS . London . UKWell the last day was a long one but not much to report except several hours in the Galleries First and then a pretty smooth flight home. An early check-out unfortunately, an uneventful cab ride to Paddington, a delayed express to LHR, an easy fast track through security, then several hours in the BA lounge.
I Did Not Dare Miss It
2016 . DESTINATIONS . London . UKAn empty platform midday. Imagine that. First thing, in the blaring sun, I went to Camden Town to run an errand. The 46 gets there in about seven stops from the flat. I had to see someone about a parcel; a long, convoluted, Royal Mail, eBay story that is too tiresome to relate. Then
Racket Abuse
2016 . DESTINATIONS . London . UKIt was the second double double header of tennis. The morning crowds were not as thick and testy as Tuesday: Monfils had dropped out of the tournament due to his lingering rib injury. But at the year end event, they replace injured players. So David Goffin (not next in line, Berdych would have been, but
Fewer Seniors, More Axe Body Spray
2016 . DESTINATIONS . London . UKI had an affair with a tennis pro once. Love meant nothing to him. It took me 45 minutes to walk to Waterloo, 15 more minutes to walk to the Jubilee line, 12 minutes to walk from the arrival platform to the 02, and another 47 minutes to get through the two security gates and
“I don’t want to be smart because being smart makes you depressed.”
2016 . DESTINATIONS . London . UKA trip to London without a stop at the V&A is criminal. So I waded through the Theobald’s Road traffic towards the West End and took the tube to SW10. Of the three current exhibitions, two appealed to me: A Brief History of Underwear (geddit?) and You Say You Want a Revolution? Records and Rebels
Look: It’s BAFTA Winning Actor, the New Q and Limping Man From The Lobster Without an Entourage
2016 . DESTINATIONS . London . UKRemembrance Day: Friday was set to be glorious. I dragged my sorry jetlagged ass out of bed and did something I’ve never done in London: Took the train to Hampton Court, then walked the Thames Path to Richmond. I was under the impression this would be a seven and a half kilometre walk, a breeze.
On the Way the Paper Bag was on My Knee
2016 . DESTINATIONS . London . UK…didn’t get to bed last night.” Flying is a drag. It doesn’t matter where you sit or what they feed you the human being is not meant to spend much (if any) time at 39,000 feet, let alone nine hours. Although seamless, and with a German crew that was so friendly and helpful it seemed