Category Archives: London

You Shook Me

The siren waits thee, singing song for song. – Walter Savage Landor from Robert T. Beyer, Sounds of Our Times: Two Hundred Years of Acoustics (1998). The first siren, invented in the late eighteenth century, was more of a musical instrument … Continue reading

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Signs of winter: the ghost recumbent

I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. T. S. Eliot, ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ Bu bu!? by Simone Rea Fur-lined Russian hats (Ushankas, or “ear hats”) begin to appear … Continue reading

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A pride of bicycles: Part V

Rachel Bone i. The most prevalent road-rage gesture I see in London is the one I call the Seinfeld. It’s exactly the kind of gesture Jerry would make when saying: “What IS thaaaat?” It’s exasperation, outrage, bafflement. It’s almost an … Continue reading

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Early signs of autumn

You may find you have a few extra house guests as butterflies and ladybirds seek warm spaces to sleep through the colder months. Please report any ladybird findings to the UK Ladybird Survey. – ‘Welcoming the Changing Seasons’, BBC Nature … Continue reading

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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt

What have we here? A man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. The Tempest, Act 2, Scene 2 Nuclear … Continue reading

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My question for myself

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst. Joyce Carol Oates He got the job. (by Bill Wetzel) If anything is a symbol of the job interview, it’s the plastic tumbler of water on the empty desk. This is a … Continue reading

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