A shout and a half to our good mate Jim N for sending us this picture which he took while walking down the side of St Pauls Cathedral one lunch hour last week. Any idea what this is about? Is it performance art, a peaceful protest or some sort of busking in a dada stylee. It is the most bonkers thing I’ve seen in a long while! I love it that people are walking past as if everything is ok (everything is ok!). What is going on? We think Danny Shine would love this! Answers on an email to email@example.com
Also just to say big a Happy Xmas to everyone who has been in touch, follows us or sent us stuff this year. Have a good festive season and big up the lunch hour! P and W
Close personal friends
Sometimes it’s not what you know, it’s who you know. One of the many monuments plonked about the capital commemorating something. This one’s just off Gresham Street and caught my eye for it’s great Shakespeare namedropping.
In other news, it’s Christmas. So if you happen to be in work tomorrow or Christmas Eve, you can happily spend your lunchtimes watching the panic-stricken bouncing from Currys to La Senza to Top Shop desperately searching for something, anything to pass off as a thoughtful present. Personally, I’m off until the New Year, so Merry Christmas to you all, thanks for staying with us this far and let’s catch up in 2014 for more lunchtime merriment. W
Looks like the Krypton Factor
There’s a roman amphitheatre underneath the gallery at the Guildhall gallery. Not many people seem to know it’s there. Which may be a good thing considering what a weird journey you have to undergo to get down there. It’s in the basement and is only accessible by a very shaky lift which brings you out into a darkened corridor. There is no-one around and a small arrow directs you to where you need to go. So go ahead – follow the creepy corridor round a couple of corners and, if it makes you feel better, why not call out “hello?…hellooo?” as I did. You won’t get an answer. Because there’s no-one there. Before you get too much of the willies, you get to a large room done out like a Tron backdrop. I didn’t really investigate as a) I was short of time and b) wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Where is everybody?
So if you’ve got some time to kill on a lunchbreak, have a look for yourself. Take a friend though. W
Even though I was born into a church-going household I rarely enter one on a Sunday anymore but give us a lunchtime in the week and I will! Last week W and I popped into one of the few Octagonal churches in London, St Dunstan in the West on Fleet Street.
It was nice to pop in and have one of the ladies from Churchwatch to show us around and give us a bit of information on the church (it’s worth checking out if any churches in your vicinity have lunchtime tours as it’s more informative that walking around on your todd). There was a tale of boys from Westminster School putting out the flames of the great fire of london with buckets of water when it threatened the church in 1666. It’s got a famous clock, an altar screen from a monastery in Bucharest as it’s home to the Romanian Orthodox Church in London and Samuel Pepys has supposedly visited here back in the (sabbath) day. What more do you want in a church?
The score is currently 8-1 in our favour for paying for food from Chick
Following on from P‘s weekend update, we thought we’d celebrate our 100th post by giving a little bit back to the poor Leather Lane businesses who feed us up every week. Chick was the place we chose to spend our hard-earned pounds and very nice it was too.
We went quite late so were exceedingly hungry. You can see how quickly P was unwrapping his well packed £4.65 falafel in pitta below.
The hand is faster than the stomach
Anyway. Normal service will resume next week when it won’t be all about food, free or otherwise. W