Category Archives: London


On a long-haul flight, time stretches, warps, balloons. As we fly across time zones, in and out of days and nights, time becomes a tangible substance that we move through, like dense fog, or like water. It seems to exist … Continue reading

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A stick of dynamite

This blog has been very quiet lately, I know. In the last couple of months all of my confidence in writing, and in having anything of worth to say, has just been detonated. If we think of confidence as being … Continue reading

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Describe your street. Describe another street. Compare

Not the exotic any more, but the endotic. – Georges Perec, L’infra-ordinaire (The Infra-ordinary) Around 2004 a French author called Michel Dansel carried out a burying-the-verb ceremony at Sorbonne University in Paris. A few hundred guests attended – academics and writers, … Continue reading

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It’s been a while since I’ve written a bicycle post, so here is one. It will be the equivalent of a quick spin down to the dairy and back. While sometimes I’ve felt an overwhelming misanthropy out on the road … Continue reading

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Cut your legs off at the ankles

‘It’s a weird world out there on the flats,’ Patrick said. ‘Nothing looks the same as normal. Gulls can seem as big as eagles. Scale and distance change. It’s very easy to lose your bearings, especially at dusk or dark. … Continue reading

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Talk first to the dog

If you cross paths with someone walking a dog, do you talk first to the person or the dog? Matthew Yeager, A Jar of Balloons or The Uncooked Rice Dogs chasing my car in the desert by John Divola 1. … Continue reading

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How not to ride a bike

1974 poster by Jerzy Flisak for When the Legends Die via 50Watt Hello, the stylish people on vintage bicycles, wafting through red lights like pollen on the breeze. I’ve see your red lipstick. Your tweed. Your buttons. Your bicycles with permed … Continue reading

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