Category Archives: London

Hats Off To Harry

I recently met up with my bear outfit wearing friend Barry Barrington. We met in the notorious gangster watering hole The Blind Beggar. I wanted to establish how he succeeded in hijacking my website and posting a number of inane blogs. He has been a very naughty bear and I wanted to chastise him.
Before we […]

Chaos Reigns in Stepney

Following my near crush yesterday I was later confronted with scenes of utter chaos on the streets of East London. During my walk home I was shocked to discover that society had broken down and people had reverted to base savagery and craziness. I later found out that this was Eid ul-Fitr, the Muslim holiday […]

In The Crush

Reports are coming over the wires that at least 125 people have been killed in a stampede at a Hindu temple in the northern Indian state of Rajasthan. A wall near the temple is said to have collapsed, causing panic among thousands of gathered devotees. This is a tragedy and I assure you I am […]

Pavement Rage

No, I am not angry that the brilliant US band Pavement are no more, this is to do with the causeway. According to a new study carried out by Nurofen Express commuters spend almost three and a half days a year waiting behind slow moving pedestrians. Around 52 per cent of the British workforce are […]

Exhibition

I am making an exhibition of myself.
That’s right. My portrait will be plastered all over the walls of a trendy central London café bar. The First Out Cafe Bar on Giles High Street (WC2) is exhibiting a collection of images by Northern Stars, the collaboration between photographer Nadia Attura and stylist Laura Steel (Mercury).
On show […]

Driller Killer

Arrrggghhhh!!!!
Arrrggghhhgghhh!!!!!
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I have not slept for the last two nights. I feel sick and have started hallucinating. My temper is now so short that if anyone so much as smells me I’ll have ‘em. Oh boy, pumped up on caffeine and sugar I think my eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. Boy […]

Wet Trousers

So it is officially the end of summer and about time too. As I sit here in my soaking wet trousers, shoes and socks, shivering and snuffling and smelling of wet dog, I remember what an utterly wonderful summer it was. Oh sorry, no I am wrong. It rained . . . and rained again.
I […]

The Art of Destruction

As I was walking over the Millennium Bridge this morning I noticed work being performed on the outside of Tate Modern. At long last the gigantic pieces of childish art that have adorned the exterior of the former power station are being removed.
The Graffiti Busters were on site with their ladders, sprays, special solutions for […]

Brown Lightening

Guess who I saw the other day. Go on, guess will ya? No, it was not that celebrity drug taker and wastrel Pete Doherty, for a change.
I was walking along Queen Victoria Street in the City. Where the road meets Cannon Street, outside the abandoned Burger King next to Mansion House underground station and over […]

Sartre in the Supermarket

During my weekly shop, at Sainsbury’s in Whitechapel, I struggled to the checkout with a basket full of wine, carrots and oranges. All payment points were busy but I settled on the one which appeared to be the fastest moving.
However, I did not notice that I had situated myself behind a very old and frail […]