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Free monkey!

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!

Tower 42

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.

Point to the Barbican

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.

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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.

Ahoy-hoy?

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.