Dogg this would basically be the most exciting promotional offer of all time you realise. I saw this in Tescos earlier and I have already been fantasising about what I am going to do with my free monkey. Does anyone know where I can bulk buy some bananas. Romany that is your birthday present sorted!
London’s forgotten skyscraper, Tower 42 (the former NatWest Tower) overtops the nearby Gherkin and every other building in the UK, except the trio of giants at Canary Wharf. It is sort of in the shape of the NatWest logo when seen from above, but unfortunately not being 600 feet tall I cannot confirm this direckly.
The Barbican’s Cromwell Tower reflected in CityPoint. I like the Barbican a lot and would love to live there, it is like a brutalist holiday camp. If you know anyone that has a flat there could you get them to invite me round. I could bring some Twiglets and basic wine.
The distincktive silhouette of Cromwell Tower. The Barbican is an amazing place, a 1960s concrete Corbusian vision of towers in the park, only without the park. The necessary demolition work, as the barbicanliving site sardonically notes, was done by the Luftwaffe in 1940.
I love the blade-like polygonal towers, visible from all over London and the tallest residential buildings in Europe at the time. It is handy if you like classickal concerts as well because there is a special live-in orchestra in the basemint.
Britain’s most inviting café and tapas bar.
How awesome would it be living up there. It is probably a bit inconvenient though when you have to go down 43 floors and back up again just to get a pint of milk. Unless you lowered a basket on a string with some money.
Looking across the City past One Coleman Street to the Gherkin and Tower 42, where we will be going next on this photergraphical mystery tour. Make sure you have got some sandwidges and a refreshing flask of weak lemon drink.
It is like a kind of high-tech street magnetick fridge poetry, if that does not sound pretentious, which it should do, because it is.
Apparently this is what Alexander Graham Bell chose as the appropriate way to answer the newly invented telephone, special inspecktors would listen in and if you did not say it properly, you were arrested. It took a while for rival Edison’s suggested greeting ‘Hello’ to become widespread. In some ways life in olden times was a bit mental.
Moorhouse, the non-existent building. It would be funny to organise a flash mob of photergraphers to gather outside all at once so the bewildered security guard has to explain 167 separate times exactly why it is company policy not to allow people to take photergraphs of their building.
Looking up at CityPoint again. Man it would be basically awesome to go up in a building like that and take some photergraphs of the view.
City Tower. I did not get chased off by security guards this time because I have perfeckted the art of guerilla photergraphy. What you do is get an escaped guerilla from the circus and use it to distract the security people while you take photergraphs.
I do not remember which building this is on Chiswell Street, my notes are a bit shaky and illegible due to being continually chased by security guards. Here is a Google Earth placemark though in case you are fanatically obsessed like me. Do not admire or try to imitate me, I know I need help.
One Coleman Street
More weird reflecktions in One Coleman Street.
Moody, red-filtered sky in the windows of The Helicon, One South Place.
A sinister distorted reflecktion in a bus I saw. Or is it just normal and it is me that is a warped freak from another dimension. If so text WARPED FREAK to the number on your screens now and you could win an exclusive dinner for two at the Bengal Lancer curry restaurant in Kentish Town (you will not though).
Glimpse of Norman Foster’s amazing massive phallus. Unusually it has a restaurant at the top, which is more than most people can claim.
Circus Place at Finsbury Circus, which is a lovely building or buildings, but I do not know about it. I will have to investergate further and write a small monograph on the subject.
A mysterious and occult chimney sticking out in Circus Place, I presume it must be a venterlation shaft for the Tube which runs underneath between Moorgate and Liverpool Street. If you know that it is the entrance to a secret underground lair eg the Ministry of Magick or Colonel K’s headquarters out of Dangermouse then please write in.
More reflections which I cannot remember where it is exactly. I was crazed with hunger at this point and desperate to find a pie shoppe.
A sneaky peek at the amazing Tower 42 which is coming up next, after these important messages from your local station.