Beneath the Times plant’s blank facade the ornamental canal teems with grim-faced lunchtime joggers pounding the ghost-shipped wharves of Wapping with bright white-sneakered feet.
Jan 302012
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Jan 292012
No. 5 Russell Square
Was it not Lucian of Samosata who, in 170AD, wrote of being lifted up by a giant waterspout and deposited on the moon where a battle was raging between armies of acorn dogs and cloud centaurs? Sometimes, it’s not hard to guess what’s going through their little pigeon brains… [see more…]
Jan 282012
by Jude Rogers
Almost eight years ago, I dared to go to the end of the line. I was a new girl in Dalston’s Ridley Road, and the North London Line that lay at the end of the market, past the huge snails, the hung chicken heads and the snowywhite webs of tripe, kept daring me to go east for pleasure, rather than head west for work. So one day I turned right instead of left, and went to North Woolwich. [read more…]
Jan 272012
Urban Intervention No. 37
Dress up as a tube-train driver and then, when the train is travelling between stations, walk briskly back through all the carriages muttering “we’re going the wrong way… I told them it was the wrong way…”
Jan 262012
by Will Wiles
Someone is fighting a lonely war against noise on the Central Line. The shrill tone that announces that the doors are closing is too loud for them, or too high-pitched, or both. They scratch their complaint into the doors: Excessive Door Noise; Noisy Doors Cause Deafness; Too Loud. [read more…]
Jan 252012
I’ve not seen that Allen Road door open in five years. Then, today: a hand around the red paint, a bottle on the doorstep, neon-pink fingernails disappearing through the cobwebs.
Jan 242012
… contractors replacing Victorian water mains at Rushey Green warn that work may take longer than expected after delivery of enigmatic new pipework [see more…]
Jan 232012
“Put the change in the jar, love,” he says, adding: “see you next season.” Then, leaving the Royal Cafe, he heads out into Leyton High Road, red replica shirt stretched tight across a stomach that’s now a heaving last-match mess of sausage, beans and fear. Come on you O’s…
Jan 222012
Embarrassed by your Boris? Worried what other city leaders will think if they find out you’ve got one? Or just scared of the damage it could do if swung about absent-mindedly in public? [read more…]
Jan 212012
Urban Intervention No. 56
If you’re at a loose end one afternoon, why not open a small branch of Pizza Express?