Is this the most dangerous door in London? It’s at the bottom of the escalators at Vauxhall tube station. Or perhaps this the tube worker’s equivalent of schwag stickers on your laptop.
For a few weeks earlier this year there were parties over the road in the Villa Elephant on the River. Every Saturday hordes of young people would arrive from about midnight onwards and the sound system would start up with bass booming through the night. At least that’s what I’m told happened. I always sleep…
It’s remarkably quiet in my living room this lunchtime as Grosvenor Road is closed between St George’s Square and Claverton Street because of the collapse of some scaffolding at the south-west corner of Dolphin Square. We’ve had scaffolding all over for a while since the exteriors are being cleaned. It doesn’t look as if this…
Just in case anyone hasn’t seen my big chopper yet: [blip.tv ?posts_id=445018&dest=-1]
So in the previous post I went on (and on) about relationships online and off-. The next point is that we seem to have grown up with a prejudice that online relationships are “not as real” or “not as good” as those we create offline. While I am prone to this myself, when I think…
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I try to make out that I don’t care about animals. I casually take the mickey out of Gia for her cat blog I have to admit it’s really because I’m a big softy and can’t bear to get too involved with the little darlings. So I was lost this evening when I came across…
Or perhaps it’s this door, in BBC Broadcasting House:
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