This was meant to be an account of my traverse of North London in search of the fabled Grahame Park Estate. But I’m knackered so writing it up is put off yet again.
In the meantime, here is a picture of the usual suspects on the roof of the kitchens of Lewisham Bridge School, taken a couple of weeks ago:
A mess that is far too complicated and personal for me to go on about it here – other than to say that the future is out of our hands – come the Day maybe it won;t be an communities will run their own schools – and we’re trying to do the best we can for the kids who are there now, and the best unfortunatly means bussing them up to New Cross. Which is not good enough. And it wasn’t the teachers, or the other staff who fucked up. Or even the governors.
And this is where we are now:
And I intend to keep on taking photos of Loampit Vale during all this long delayed new building:
(now if only I hadn’t just let my Flickr sub lapse I could put a lot more of those up here… maybe next month)
Three or four of my microprojects coalesce in one photo!
Click on this photo to see a bigger version and read the words on the sign:
Not only a grotesque or silly signboard (the list is rapidly growing), not only an insight into the rebuilding of the bits of London tourist guides don’t go to, but also an absurd new word. Result!
What on earth is an “Uberhaus”? And why? Well, I know what it is, its a largish flat with an upstairs garden, (which might be on the roof, or on a big balcony, or on the roof of a next-door building such as a car-park). But why? But why do the estate agents think that peopel willing to part with half a million or more squids in order to live on a reclaimed gasworks with a view of the A13 flyover will be attracted by fake German?
At least I got in first. Google has 8 hits for the word – six of them are estate agents, one is an article in the Daily Telegraph and first on the list is my photo linked above, which was only posted on Flicker last night.
Been walking round East Greenwich as a side effect of attending church there for a few weeks as part of the Reader’s course. Taking lots of photos. This week they are mainly of the peninsula and up and down the Thames.
There are, I suspect, few Anglican churches in Inner London that have a grain elevator in the parish.
Can’t really think of anything relevant to say. Well, I did, but it had the word “palimpsest” in it as a metaphor, so its probably a bit pretentious! As before the pictures link back to bigger ones on Flickr. Not as pretty is the ones with smoke in from Tuesday though.
And so to Lewes for the 2006 Bonfire.
I’d thought of all sorts of clever bloglike things to say but I’m knackered so I won’t.
Just that East Sussex is where we do Bonfire properly. And sad to say, Lewes (almost) the last place in East Sussex .
So here are some smallish cutdowns of the 200-odd pictures I took. Some of the larger originals can be found at http://ccs88.ccs.bbk.ac.uk/places/lewes/ at least for a while
Some banners, Tom Paine’s house next to the Rationalist-Unitarian chapel, and the Meridian pub, an hour or so before sunset. If you look very carefully in the picture of Cliffe Bridge (or the much larger ones here) you can probably find the what must be the last “No Popery” banner in England.
Same location, an hour or so after sunset 😉
Must be the only place in the world you can see neo-pagan morris dancers, techno-drumming new agers, and a gay samba school in the same march as a William of Orange banner.
I realised later that I ought to have taken a photo of people placing using the (occupied) police car we were standing right next to as an improvised bar and convenient place for beer glasses.
Fireworks and smoke a tthe Borough fire site.. The ones at the top were about 100 metres in front of us. The ones in the bottom right hand puicture were abotu two kilometers behind us in the valley. Big mortars!
And the Bonfire itself! It was rather big. I couldn’t handle standing as near as those folk in the bottom left picture are. Too hot!