Thursday, December 28, 2006
You may be wondering why you suddenly have a picture of shrubbery but these are redundant Christmas trees. It's a council drop-off point at the top end of Brunswick Square. Just three days after Christmas these struck me as incredibly wasteful.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I have I think named all of London's statues that ever receive any attention. The others are chiefly statesmen, soldiers and kings, and may be said hardly to exist...
This, though far from complete, may be called a good list; and I doubt if there are many Londoners who could have supplied from memory half of it.
I myself wondered if those mentioned - all 52 listed between the first quotation and the second - still exist one hundred years on and are still easily accessible to the public. It's quite feasible that some fell foul of the Second World War, some have been left to rot and some may be shut off from public view - I'm guessing that may be the case for "Richard Coeur-de-Lion, splendidly warlike, on his horse, by the House of Lords."
Tomorrow sees the start of my latest London walking adventure. I have rearranged the statues into a vaguely logical walking order starting at the Royal Exchange and finishing in Chelsea by way of Islington Green and Camden. Sir Hugh Myddleton and Cobden have annoyed me somewhat by taking me too far north and probably ending my hopes of achieving this in a day; a day and a half if not two now looks more likely.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I fell into special needs teaching. I'm not really sure how. I've always thought you have to be creative with kids and as much as we want them simply to do what we want them to when we say it just ain't gonna happen all the time.
A boy with significant problems was moved into my tutor group (against my better judgement).
I want him to sit at the table like everyone else. He takes a chair to the back wall and does his best to curl up underneath it. I explain to everyone else what to do and go to join him with my own chair.
“Miss, what are you doing?”
“I'm not sure. The floor's cold, don't you think?”
“But, what are you doing?”
“Seeing the world from your angle?”
“For God's sake. There's something wrong with you.” He says with disgust. He takes his chair to the table and sits down.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Having bought tickets to watch Jo Brand quite some time ago I am on their mailing list. I like the idea of supporting the local arts. And then I open the latest brochure.
I mean, what do I go for? An Audience with Jimmy Greaves in February or Chas and Dave in March?
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Photo from BBC website
Sky goes black in a blink. The heavens open. Hailstones plummet. The wind roars and the children stampede screaming into the building. I do not stop them. Phenomenal.
And we are in east London. We can only imagine what it was like in the north west. Scary.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
C: Who are we buying for? Family and Pat?
C: Don't you think he'd like a raunchy calender?
E: Yes, but he's certainly not getting one from me.
C: Hang on... Don't I get a say in this?
Saturday, December 02, 2006
The countdown has officially begun. It should of course have started yesterday but I'd forgotten about the advent calendar sat on the kitchen table under a pile of papers. Fairtrade Divine chocolate from Oxfam.
1. It all started in the Holy Land about 2000 years ago.
2. A young woman named Mary lived Nazareth.