26/07/09
Sloane Square
Proper Tea
Big Breakfast
The Saatchi Gallery'Old Persons Home'
I shot another annoying video here
Weird distorted figures, my loan camera was not at fault
Westfield
Excellent Flat White
Dinner at AsadalReview to come
19/07/09
Marble Arch is both home to myself and these flying rats.
Nic Fiddian-Green's Mawari Horse Head
Speakers' Corner
The Serpentine
I absolutely love people who do their best for charitable causes
Well done Allison
Serpentine Gallery Pavilion 2009
The Albert Memorial
Shitty coffee at Caffè Nero
It took me two hours to get here (walking, more or less every Sunday don't you know) from Marble Arch.
Free art is plentiful in London...
...and there's no need to look too hard.
Made an appearance at the very first instalment of the Hidden Tea Room.
I dabbled with architecture at college…
…and it still hits the right spot.
Gatecrashed at The Fantasy Pop-Up Tea party in Hackney...
...and I was the only bloke there. I felt honoured but a tad ill at ease. I meant there were 'Sex in the City' things like stiletto shoe and handbag biscuits, plus the ubiquitous girlie cupcakes and...
...erm, flowers. I'm no Graham Norton but I do like high tea.
05/07/09
Overcast AM, but sunnier from noon.
Seemed to recall Mark mentioning these pianos-for-all. Like him I'm an eighter as well but I can't play for nuts.
Bespoke busking.
A slice of 'Pardon, what was that?' I sounded like Marjorie Dawes asking Meera that question several times except that I didn't pretend to hear or understand her. Meera in this case was a New EU girl. Whatever it was, it was treacly and ok.
The view.
What I came for and found pretty boring...
My only form of exercise is walking, I walk a great deal. My usual route is from Marble Arch, W1 to Brick Lane, E1. Sundays usually mean two things; the touristy thing and food (unashamedly loads of). I was well aware of two major events happening simultaneously; Tapas Fantasticas (verily nearby) and Toast Festival (erm…sarf London) but I chose to bask and chill at the Sunday Up Market instead. The gamble paid off, as the food market here was a lot quieter than usual. The number of food stalls have grown substantially, all sorts of international cuisine made an appearance except Kazakh. If I’m honest I will say that a number of them are pretty amateurish and effectively taking the mick. Still this is London, it’ll never be boring and that’s any day of the week.
Brunch of Caprese and Chicken empanadas
Beef empanada, £5 for the three. The Caprese tasted the best.
Back in W1 to meet daughter.
Hummingbird bag. Gift for daughter...'I'm a teenager and we don't carry bags like this one, I'll give it to Mum'. But...
