December 8th

The city evolves

I’m a phantom, out of phase

flickering, fading

 

the blur of colour

conveyored faces and smiles

I don’t recognise

 

laughter and music

I’m backed into the corner

eternal voyeur

 

Last night, I felt old, out of place, slightly out of sync with modern times, phased out, not quite material, flickering like a busted telly standing in the corner. I was out in Islington, a few friends, after the Arsenal match. We went for a meal of tapas followed by a few drinks. I guess we chose the wrong pub!

June 2nd

light splatters the walls

wildebeest throng grunt and grind

flesh pressed in the swill

Maybe I’m just getting old. As designated driver, I could watch the pub fill up with cold sober detachment and observe the behaviours of human wildlife, much like David Attenborough would be, commenting on migratory wildebeest on the savannah. It was bloody carnage just trying to get to the loo. These smooth dance music places just aren’t for me! Glad I had a seat!

February 16th

 

Fairy lights, mild nights,

Churches and public houses,

Wedged up together.

 

Clerkenwell is a quirky part of London with a proud history. It seems to have its own sense of community. Great pubs and restaurants too. And Exmouth Market is one of the most fun little rows in London.