The story of how I found out one of the U.K.’s greatest recording studio’s best kept secrets; something any music tourist would probably prefer not know. Continue reading
Madge, me and the Brixton Academy; the latest entry in the Diary of a Mad Pest Controller.
It’s only with hindsight that I realise what a ‘playground‘ London was for me from the mid-eighties (when becoming old enough to do as I pleased) to the late nineties; when changes started running so deep they were impossible to miss and/or ignore.
“I could be a writer with a growing reputation; I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station. What a waste . . . What a waste.”
I used to walk past that ticket man made famous by Ian Dury’s lyrics on regular occasion. Going to and from Chelsea matches at Stamford Bridge. It was always a man, as I remember. Not that I paid too much attention.
Except for one particular Wednesday night game against Continue reading
We all know someone who posts them, but never do it ourselves . . . Continue reading
Reflections on the Thames from an early 90s London Bridge.
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market III
Below: two pictures of the Walworth Road entrance to East Street (Lane); the arch being a recent addition seemingly serving no other purpose than reinforcing the name change from Lane to Street that took place when the market was moved there from the Walworth Road many years ago, and so making it at odds with Continue reading