Greenwich, Mean Museums, Poor Calorie ManagementYesterday: No gym. Went to fling money at tattooist, who is back in the UK again unexpectedly, and therefore secure further work on m'leg. Then dragged my sartorially laughable self to Greenwich on an ill-conceived but well-executed whim. There follow many images and not a lot of words (save that I ( Read more... )

1. i out to read the new rivers of london book ( Read more... )

Hello internet, I had horrible dreams last night and then I was worried today and then with miraculous timing, amy_wolf sent me two books on gay history (one of which I need for my novel) and a rubber letter press set which is the cutest thing and also Rather Useful, and this made me happy enough to get on a bus in the rain to the place I got on the bus in ( Read more... )

Walking around Soho first thing in the morning, waiting for Klein's to open, after an unexpected day off work, watching the world setting up. Thinking about the history of the place, of dark rooms, of work dormitories, of how 'home' is a 20th century luxury extended at last to the urban working class. About politics, and obedience, now that ( Read more... )

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100 Works of Art: (Visual) Narcissus by CaravaggioToday I went to Camden and had an unexpectedly friendly chat with a geezer at Cold Steel (neither Art nor Cars, no idea who this one is) while he sorted me out with a new ear post for my stupid troublesome butt of a piercing; then I went on a meander and ended up buying a sinfully ( Read more... )

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Rivers of London review

Fic rec

When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper he did not say EAT ME. Misfits, Kelly/Probation-Worker-played-by-Craig-Parkinson,-who-for-the-purposes-of-this-story-is-called-Shaun, Mature/nsfw ( Read more... )

Today has been an exercise in restlessness, which drove me from the house and into the city, made me change my mind about forty times where I was going, before I washed up at the London Museum and then proceeded to crawl around the highwalks and backstreets of the Square Mile in a state of cripple-footed (I am breaking the boots in, or they are ( Read more... )

Dear the internet:

Tomorrow is the ten-year anniversary of moving to London. I have all kinds of feelings about this, but I've noticed that when I express positive emotions people don't like it very much, so I shall instead limit myself to reminding you that for the love of a city exists, and that I am still overwhelmed with love at this ( Read more... )

You know I feel like a cranky old lady who was betrothed to someone and learned to like it who is now forced to examine internet romances, sometimes, when I look at people squawking “HOME” about places they’ve never been to and certainly won’t so much as visit for the foreseeable future. It seems about as convincing as me addressing the spectre of ( Read more... )