Spotted today on the way to get a saw (or two) in Farringdon Road. Is the Royal Anti-Grab device available commercially? P
Here’s a nice way to destress towards the end of the week without resorting to the bottle opener. Taking place at Shoe Lane Library just off Fleet Street EC4A 3JR fortnightly, Dragon Cafe in the City have a variety of things to take your mind off your worries. I didn’t realise I was stressed until I asked the man doing the 15 minute massage to “hurry it up a bit as I have to get back to work”. Sometimes we can’t see these things but Dragon Cafe in the City can and try to do something about it! P
Walking down an alley around the corner from Bow Street this afternoon I saw this A4 poster tacked onto a side of a wall. It’s from the London Art Mafia: “For those who look 〰come and find us〰around the city”. More info here. P #Londonartmafia
Here’s something a little different which takes place in a couple of months time on a Saturday in south London. For the past few years we’ve covered the seminars of Sifu Rose Oliver who regularly visits London from Shanghai (Post here.) This year she is over on Saturday 4th August from 10:00am to 5.00pm at a venue to be confirmed in Crofton Park/Honor Oak Park.
The seminars suit all styles of Tai chi and it doesn’t matter how much experience you have (if any.) It’s at a great price (£40/£50 for the day which is cheap compared to other seminars) and taught in a fun and relaxed atmosphere, suitable for any level of practitioner from beginner upwards (or even if you’re just interested in the art and want to see what it’s all about.) To book a place please drop Rose a line at firstname.lastname@example.org #Roseoliverdoubledragon
The other day while walking through Lincoln’s Inn Fields I spotted a bust of Lenin and a VR Type B pillarbox – placed near enough in a rose bed – that weren’t there the week before. Turns out the park was a location for an expensive advert (“To be on your TV soon” I was told by a burly security guard who wasn’t giving anything away). P
In the sweltering Saturday spring sunshine a lone man plays a steady beat on some kitchenware and two large water containers which when all packed away neatly fit in (and out of) a suitcase. What was mad was that the cowbell sounding melody was played on some small pots you’d probably boil milk in.
Today his patch was at the entrance to the Millennium Bridge. The Jehovah’s Witnesses opposite didn’t seem too impressed with his noise but it sounded good to us! P