Like usual I was running late ( the phrase “You’ll be late for your own funeral” could have been invented for me) but thankfully this wasn’t mine, this was the funeral of Margaret Thatcher a figure that, depending you listen to, either divided or saved this country. Rushing across Waterloo Bridge I could already see a large police presence and tons and tons of crowd barriers. Whether they were there just for the funeral or were put in place early for the Marathon wasn’t clear. What was clear was that the crowd barrier business looks like something worth getting into. They must make a fortune. Read more
Knife crime tragically plagues London and has been blamed on many things including the gang culture, a lack of decent male role models and video games. None of those factors contributed to my brief flirtation with a blade, it was Michael Jackson’s “Bad” that made me tool up with a shank and hit the streets.
I had an interesting friend, still do in fact, called Tom that at one point was totally mad about Michael Jackson. He used to wear the black slip on shoes with white socks, attempt to Moonwalk on slippy surfaces and on occasion wear a black fedora. (He also at one stage thought he was a vampire, so much so that if you made a crucifix sign with your fingers at him he’d cower, turn and hiss at you before fleeing) Read more
There’s something that has been bothering me for a long time now. Every time I queue up at the supermarket I’m confronted with magazines selling personal tragedy as a commodity in same the way that other magazines sell showbiz gossip and photos of celebrity cellulite. These magazines are marketed as light reading, something to be enjoyed over a cup of tea but often feature stories more harrowing, more disturbing and much more fucked up then anything you’d find in any movie or video game …
Death, rape, incest and… oh look, a free bracelet!
Photo by Daniel Higham
Last night the news broke that HMV are going into administration after almost 100 years in business and I found myself feeling inexplicably upset by the news. Not wringing my hands and wailing upset but just sad that a decent place to browse and buy CDs and DVDs will soon be gone. HMV has been a pleasing constant through my life, queuing up in their massive queues at Christmas had become an unofficial tradition of sorts, I’ve lost hours of my life in their huge DVD department on Oxford Street and if any relation of mine wanted to give me a voucher for Christmas I’d alway hoped it would be an HMV one.
Woo hoo! It’s Christmas! The time when workers all over the city try to briefly alleviate the day to day drudgery of their desk jobs with some well placed, shiny but dangerously flammable decorations. Sounds like good, innocent fun right? Something that inspire a little festive cheer?
Take a look at this shit show.
Can your office top these? If so send me a photo at [email protected] or @shitlondon on Twitter.
The sorriest excuse for a xmas tree I think I’ve ever seen. Hanging baubles on it only draws attention to its diminutive stature.
Photo by @emmogremmo