Rodin, the British Museum, and serendipity

I can’t sleep. I can hear the rattling of a nearby fan. My brain is alert from misguided thoughts, late night editing and hunger. I ate some stale crackers to keep me going and now I’m thinking of heading up my tree to see the dawn. It’s a peaceful, blameless life. Today – yesterday –Continue reading “Rodin, the British Museum, and serendipity”

Drunk Foo Fighters fans and lonely bus nerds: A Friday night journey home

An old schoolfriend of mine lives in Beckton, east London, and I spent the evening at his flat. We caught up on crucial news and played Human Fall Flat, a game I impulse-bought in Seoul after watching some people on Korean television playing it, and laughing a lot. We laughed a lot too. It’s veryContinue reading “Drunk Foo Fighters fans and lonely bus nerds: A Friday night journey home”

Rebel Footprints: A Guide to Uncovering London’s Radical History: Morning Star column 01/09/2015

IF YOU stand on Great Dover Street across from the Tube in Borough, south London, and look north, you see the historic church of St George the Martyr. It’s overlooked by the new “iconic” skyscrapers of the city across the river, which tower over the old church like drunken teenagers leering over a wall toContinue reading “Rebel Footprints: A Guide to Uncovering London’s Radical History: Morning Star column 01/09/2015”

Balfron Tower, Poplar

The National Trust are running tours of a Brutalist masterpiece in east London. The stock warnings on their website as you book – picnic hampers are usually allowed, but check before your visit – reveal that this isn’t your typical NT territory. We are advised to meet outside a cafe in Poplar called Starlight. UnexpectedlyContinue reading “Balfron Tower, Poplar”