Category: London

The Bell Ringers of Westminster Abbey

Aimee came to visit me and, so, I did what I do when people come to visit… I made plans. Came across a listing in Time Out London magazine (the website is useful, but nothing beats the actual publication… it is original, poignant and catches the exact tone of London’s edge. Not just a calendar.)…

Hyde Park in Winter

Colin and I went for a walk to Hyde Park last weekend. We’ve been having beautiful sunny weather here so far for most of the winter. Temperatures in the 40s and 50s . We can’t complain. It’s hit or miss, of course, as some days it pours with rain and there is even the occasional…

The Big Issue

Why do I get up early on Friday mornings? Am I gunning to save my soul? What do I really LIKE getting up early on Friday monrings? It’s a good cup of tea, really. At The Passage. Now that two years or more have passed here in London, I can say one thing I love…

Oxford Circus, Never Be Lonely

Oxford Circus is undergoing major renovations, modernisations, refurb, refit… whatever you want to call it. Lately that just means not much to look at or read on the platform if you forgot your Metro or Ipod. On the Bakerloo Line platform there is accidental art: the best use of years of advertising posters, scraped to…

London Snow 2007

It snowed in London overnight… the first time Colin and I have seen it in three winters. The view out my office window, over the tennis courts at the Paddington Sports Club. Guys were playing tennis just yesterday, in the 34 degree temps. The tree and the BBC studios out the front window. The cars…

Bound for Glory: America in Colour 1939-1943

Where: Photographer’s Gallery, 5 & 8 Great Newport Street, London, WC2H 7HY When: Through 28 January 2007 How Much: Free In my mind’s eye, The grapes of wrath are not purple or red or green. They are always charcoal grey. I must have imagined that the days before color television the whole world was an…

Christmas Trees in London

Christmas in London is here… though it isn’t quite what I am used to from home in Iowa. This weekend, my sister and her family (and likely my parents too) are out on the hunt for their Christmas tree. They do it the way you see in old movies: out to tree farms in their…

A London Underground Poster

Or… Life, Waiting to Happen On the Piccadilly platform at South Kensington, I wondered. Which work is more meaningless? a. The (nearly) blank poster box, pictured here. b. The person whose job it is to make a sign that says “Awaiting Posters”? This is not to say that meaningless work is useless work. Ironing is…

Zen and the Art of Temping

If you are wondering what a little slice of hell is, it’s this: being in the office, as a temp, and having the person you are replacing show up, unannounced. Then having her say: May I have a hanger please? as she stares at your coat on the rack with disdain. Then having her say:…

Eat Your Greens!

So you are tired of your tree? Sick of all the WATERING? All the pouring of water, the dampening of soil, and the decreasing of naturally dry dirt surface area bringing you down? Are you just too poncy and lazy to water your plants, and nothing else? Getting carpral tunnel from lifting a water jug…

Karaoke King

Colin Phillips, Karaoke King. K-Box, Cranbourne Mansions Private Karaoke Room The Berlin Room! Leiceister Square Saturday Night Colin did Sinatra and ABBA proud, and sang along with gusto. Maybe it was the Tsingo Taos talking. Or the influence of our Chinese friends we were with. Or maybe Colin really IS the next American Idol. Anyway,…

Cubicle Days

Seems like just yesterday I was that awkward, gawky new girl in the office. Now, Temp-days are ending. What can I do, to fill my time now? No more hole punch cocktails. No more stapler wars. No more chair spin competitions. No more “ARRARHCCHHGH!” from the copier room, as the feeder jams again. No more…

Bonfire Night

We stood at least 15, maybe 20 feet away from the flames. Yet it flung heat at us without trying. Hot on our faces, on the leather of our coats, on the woven threads in our blue jeans. The rubber in our shoes braced itself, ready in case it were forced, by the heat, to…

London Morning Light

I leave for work at nearly 8 a.m. The light is falling lower and lower on the horizon. It lives below the equator now. My shadow stretches long and tall behind me. I cannot see, but I don’t care. The sun is on my face and I would rather be nowhere. The only thing, really,…

Me vs. the Minutes

I’m supposed to be typing up minutes. But I’m not. As you can see. Big round table. Men in suits… Ties everywhere. Nice cup of tea, getting cold. Mumble mumble. Scratch on pad. Quote: “MUMBLE. MUMBLE.” Now I’m at my desk and now I have to type up MINUTES. Minutes are the Brussel sprouts of…