He even plays the moothie!
Just spent a couple of days in a rather wealthy corner of the south east of England – ie Esher in Surrey.
Surely this coffee shop name is ironic?
And this is one of the many Estate Agents in the suburb (no tittering at the back!)
I took the following photo in Regent Street in London on Monday
It had me thinking that maybe this was the beginning of a solution to London’s horrendous traffic problems.
In India they’re well down the line on this.
I never cease to be amazed by the London Underground. This hugely complex and busy transport system works amazingly smoothly and well.
I took this photo last week of an escalator on the London Underground at Leicester Square:
At the time I took it, I thought that this must be the longest escalator on the system.
I was wrong.
There is an escalator at the Angel station in Islington which holds the distinction for being the longest at 60 metres.
In another photo from the bowels of the London earth, the name of this destination still evokes the sniggering schoolboy in me:
Much of the, if not original then certainly very old, tile work remains in the stations:
Most people will be familiar with the London Tube map. The cover of the free map available at stations looks like this:
“Next stop Irony, for the Northern Line change at Compassion”
Apparently the work of an artist asked to sum up each location with his impression.
In a crowded and sometimes stressful itinerary this week, one of the more pleasant appointments came today when I met up with an old friend of mine from the days in a previous life when I lived and worked in London.
Thanks to Friends Reunited and latterly Facebook, Johnnie and I have exchanged a few messages and emails. We have reminisced and laughed about various people that we worked with, and some of the ‘high jinks’ we indulged in as lads.
That contact reached a milestone today at an Italian restaurant just round the corner from GOSH when Johnnie and I met up for the first time in over 30 years. The anecdotes and conversation flowed almost as generously as the Peroni. The company was almost as delicious as the breaded mushrooms and seafood spaghetti.
Alas it was all too brief.
I’m hoping to tempt Johnnie and his good lady to Scotland for a break.
In the meantime, if you read this my friend, it was superb to renew your acquaintance and your generosity has not diminished over the years!