Some yellowing, slight rusty staples but no rips


There’s a couple of more days left on this exhibition of fanzines at The Barbican Music Library, Barbican Library, Silk Street, EC2Y 8DS.



It’s a collection of various fanzines in three or four “Library style” glass cases. It’s a shame there weren’t no zerox reproductions of the actual fanzines so you could flick through and read about William Burroughs, Doctor Who or god forbid Terry and the Idiots. Sadly no copies of Ded Yampy or Steroid Abuse though. 

So if you’re interested in self-publication throughout the years, go and have a butchers. But please, no spitting or swearing while viewing the Punk fanzines, this is a public library you know! P


Wednesday stroll

What to do on a bright, sunny, cold day? I didn’t want to go too far and had some errands to run so thought I’d try and do a bit of everything. I work close to the Barbican so first decided to get a little bit lost in the concrete labyrinth on my way to pick up some nappies at Whitecross market. It’s strange, but I think the fact that I knew I was going to write this post forced me to notice a lot more.

If you’ve never gone round the Barbican, it’s definitely worth it just to experience what it would be like to live in the future as imagined by someone in the 60’s. It’s also mental because, as well as being an arts and cultural centre, it houses a girls school and a YMCA – plus there are loads of strange bits and bobs dotted around. A curry house here, a launderette there. All where you don’t really expect them. I’d never noticed this particular oddity before.


Right by the main road and everything.

So I walked through the Barbican tunnel, picked up my shopping and then cut back through by the Silk Street entrance to go to the library.

I love Barbican library, and libraries in general. Mainly for the books, but I also enjoy seeing librarians in their natural habitat. Additionally, today, there was an exhibition of unbelievably intricate collages by Susan Stegall.



I loved the fact that some of the material she used still had the postmark on or a remnant of what it once was. Good stuff. After collecting 2 worthy books and one for pleasure, I set off trying to get a bit lost and see if I could see anything new. This way took me past the Museum of London. I didn’t really have time to go in but saw that there was a new photo exhibition under the covered seating area by the main entrance. It’s often photos there and it’s always interesting. Check out the new installation. It’s made up of thousands of small photos (that look like they’ve been taken by a LOMO or similar) individually stuck on the wall to create patterns. When you stand in front of it, it almost seems to move.



Moving swiftly on, I then took a short walk to Postman’s Park. The key feature of this park being the memorial seating area created by George Frederic Watts to commemorate everyday heroes. Essentially, it’s a wall with glazed tiles that are memorials to ordinary folk who lost their lives while trying to help others.

When I got there, two older builder-type gentleman were siting on the benches beneath the plaques eating sandwiches and staring into space. I took my picture and read the inscriptions and, if I’m honest, a little tear was in my eye when I read one or two. Seeing my interest, the builders got up and started reading it as well. I was quite amazed that someone could sit there and not read the memorials, but I guess you don’t often notice what you see every day.



After taking some photos, I got back with a good couple of minutes to spare an’ all. W