Filth...

My current commute read is one of Chuck Palahniuk’s relatively recents charmingly titled ‘Snuff’. It occurred to me this morning, whilst on my subterranean journey to work, that should a fellow tube passenger happen to glance over my shoulder to have a sneaky peek at literally any of the pages I was perusing, they would really think me some kind of sick degenerate. It is just so ruddy rude! I mean literally filthy!!!

Of course this being Palahniuk it is also a bitingly brutal satire too, so I’m going to stick with the premise that I am reading for my cerebral self rather than due to some guttural urges.

I can assure you that I am not a deviant that dabbles in porn to alleviate the boredom of my wander to work (although that might not be a bad idea…).

Boat Drinks Branch Bacardi!

Winter of (Snowy) Contentment

Apologies, but I am going for a brief (backwards) spin in my own personal DeLorean here. These snowy scenes are from earlier this year and are already much cherished memories. London is just about emerging from the coldest winter for over 30 years and I quite simply can’t recall the last time I have seen so much snow envelop my city. A brilliant pure white emulsion of snowflakes smothered every surface of the Big Smoke, obliterating so many of the ugly angles and even uglier idiots.


The quality of the images isn’t great as they were taken on a truly crummy camera-phone, but I would still like to think that they convey the solitary wintery wonderfulness. They were taken during a lunch break/escape when I hightailed it up Delancey Street to Regent’s Park and enjoyed the most stunning scene all on my lonesome, which was utter bliss of course! The snow showed no sign of abatement nor disturbance, the city stilled into frosty elegance. Of course I would love London when there isn’t another soul in sight...


Boat Drinks to true winters!

Not So Super Sunday...

I was greeted with yet more greyness on opening the bedroom curtains this morning. Although after a closer inspection I noticed a few Constable-esque smudges of heart-lifting blue sky. Perhaps not such a bleak Sunday after all...

A quick peek at the roof-garden raised the spirits even further. Can’t help but feel cheered by the sight of my daffodils in all their glorious yellow pomp. Even if all of my other plants expire this season (which is more than likely!), I will still feel this gardening year will have been a success!

A walk across The Common seems a fitting way to start a Sunday (post-porridge of course!). Since childhood I have always loathed this particular day of the week above all others – even Monday mornings!?! I find myself gripped by an all consuming dread of the inexorable approach of yet another suffocating working week and of the last precious seconds of my beloved weekend disappearing at a rate of knots. It’s even more crippling when I feel that I haven’t tried to eek as much enjoyment out of the day as humanly possible; torturing myself if I squander a single moment.

Needless to say I barely sleep on a Sunday night...

Boat Drinks...of the Bloody Mary varietal!

After A Wintery Pause...

Goodness, it has taken me an age to finally get down to posting my first instalment! Classic case of my getting a brief burst of enthusiasm which quickly dwindled once faced with the brutal tedium of the set-up process (see Facebook, Twitter etc. for similar lapses!) . Not the most auspicious or endearing of openings, but since I have (eventually) done all the leg work, I promise to be a dedicated correspondent...

So now that I have finally ‘arrived’, will the opening salvo be a rant or a love-note? The grey skies and endless drizzle seem to quell both urges. On a Saturday such as this, it’s probably best to forget there is a damp city outside and to bunker down with a brace of box-sets (Mad Men still rules my heart) and the occasional G&T.

Boat Drinks one and all!