The Olympics is slowly starting to infiltrate my life. Traveling to and from work now, I pass lanes of traffic readied for Olympian visitors, I pass cones and checkpoints, and I pass the temporary huts and bus stops of the impending Media Village in Russell Square. Olympics volunteers have begun to appear as well, milling … Continue reading
Tag Archives: British Museum
Moving On
Alas and alack, the lovely Fitzrovia adventure will shortly come to an end. Our landlord has decided to do up the flat and then do up the rent, so very soon we must up sticks and shift. I’ve been very sad about this because the Fitzrovian garret adventure has been just sublime, but I can’t … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 5
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 24 Feb 11 Detoured into the British Museum on the way home. Needed a change of scene. I went to the Elgin Marbles galleries; beautiful in daylight, majestic and mysterious when lit at night. There were so many people–I wanted to get … Continue reading
Night and Day
I was stuck. I was on the bus, a friend had invited me to what sounded like a glittering intellectual evening at a literary salon in Shoreditch, and I was not moving forward. I’d been on this bus for nearly an hour and probably could have walked as far as we’d gotten. As the time … Continue reading
