Another Snowy Day In London

Snow came to London yet again today. Traffic was a nightmare, overground rail services were reduced, schools closed and airports struggled. Not enough grit/salt meant roads and pavements in small side streets became ice rinks. If the people of London weren’t sick of the white stuff before, they are now.

I looked out of the window of Pie Palace this morning to see something marvellous. There were two men wearing big coats wielding big brooms clearing the snow from the pavements as the flakes continued to fall.

Look at that. I don’t know if they were from the Housing Association or the council and I’m sure they weren’t paid extra for it, but I am very grateful because I know they would’ve had to work a fair few streets in the area. This is the kind of thing I’d expect in Westminster or Kensington and Chelsea, but there it was, here in Tower Hamlets! Thanks, guys.

Happy New Year (Again)

Happy new year!

Now we’re three days in, were the first few hours, as you celebrated the start of 2010 a moment leaving you fit to burst with joy, or a moment you’d rather forget? Mine I would say was ‘interesting.’

Fings Ain’t What They Used To Be

In what turned out to be a fabulous sunny Sunday morning in a weekend of beautiful weather, I watched the Hackney Carnival with the Ever-Gorgeous Dez. Once the fag end of the parade had turned right at the end of Amhurst Road to make its way to Hackney Downs, Dez had a sudden pang of hunger and really fancied chips. The mention of chips had me salivating as I hadn’t had them for at least a year. So, carried on the crest of this wave we went searching for the perfect chips.

All Change!

When is a river not a river? When it’s on a London Underground map.

TFL have taken off the travel zones and the river in their latest redesigned map to ‘remove clutter.’ What Tomfoolery is this? Are they nuts? There are many things cluttering the map that are ripe for removal (the Ikea advertising being my first choice). The river is not one of them.

Retrograde Step

Here’s a question for you: what do you think has finally set the seal on the 80s comeback in the nervous noughties? The retina burning and aesthetically insulting clothes? The trillions of 80s comeback groups, from Spandau Ballet to Aha? The new 80s lite pop pretenders like La Roux? Wrong, wrong and wrong. The cap on the 80s revisit to our culture comes in the form of the British football hooligan.