London Starts Here

Just outside Victoria Station is an information stand that is funded by local businesses, and it appears well used and appreciated. It did amuse me, though, that one of the assistants was Joe, probably from London, the other was Paolo, who was definitely not. They're right - London starts here.

Catering Concession

In a time when what you can eat inside the Olympic Park is governed by how much the provider has paid for their concession, it is a relief to still see Billy Bunter's 24 hour food stall still operating in the Mile End Road

Hello World

And welcome to London. On Saturday night, I and around half the UK population tuned in to see the opening ceremony for the Olympics, it was an absolute triumph. It must have been absolutely fantastic to be there, but it was also designed to be televised; by Danny Boyle who knows a thing or two about these things. Do yourself a favour, if you haven't seen it, watch the torch lighting part, if you have just watch it again, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3iTWHn486c. Genius.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?

It was the Queen's Golden Jubilee that saw this installed, ten years ago. A sundial, you stand nearest the date indicated and read the time off on the outside. Of course you then have to adjust for BST, but people seem to mind - especially since there is sun rather than rain at the moment.

Beware the One Eyed Monster

The Olympic mascots are popping up all over the place. I'd love to say I've changed my mind and think they are endearing, appealing or in anyway sporting, but I haven't and I don't. Still, I suppose we have to have a mascot (why? - oh yes, so we can sell them) and at least this can be used to threaten little children with.

Smile for the Camera

I've noted before how some visitors from Asian countries, apparently on their honeymoon, seem to recreate their wedding photos in and around Westminster. Not sure why, but it looks fun for all concerned. The gent appears to be in uniform, possibly air force (I can see wings in the original), from the way they are sitting apart, I'd guess Malaysia, but I may be way off the mark. I didn't notice when I was taking the shot how much she seems to be enjoying the moment.

Westminster Cathedral

Many think that Westminster Abbey (in yesterday's photo) is Westminster Cathedral, but it isn't. The Cathedral is a little down the road, just here. The Abbey dates back one way or the other to 1042, this Cathedral to 1895. I confess I can't think of Westminster Cathedral without thinking of the tune Winchester Cathedral (watch the video for some interesting "digital" effects to his voice). Of course, the Cathedral is more properly famous for the choir and various other God stuff.

Westminster Abbey

Somewhere along the line I've avoided a straight shot of Westminster Abbey, now fixed. I was there on Sunday with tourists streaming around like ants. However, the bells were ringing, which made it so much better. I took a short video so you could share that. The bells you can hear are actually in St Margarets Church next door. You can't have enough churches (it would appear)

St Margarets Church Bells, Westminster from Ham on Vimeo.

My Precious!!!

Those rings, eh? It's almost upon us, riding through town on Sunday the huge number of out-of-towners is becoming evident. This is goign to be good.

Cityscape - Docklands from Bow

Just a picture from London.

Something for Everbody

..Or nobody.

The kids looking through playstation games, the dodgy print, the naked dolls. Sunglasses. It's all fair game at a market. There's always a sense that interesting stuff happens in a market, and nowhere more so than Brick Lane, or the side streets off.

Sunday in a Park with George

Wandering around the streets behind Brick Lane one Sunday, I came across this gent and his dog, he was paying rather well. It reminded me of the Sondheim Musical, based on the Seurat painting. I love both.

The Door To Nowhere

Safely fenced off from the Crossrail works behind, this doorway in Stepney Green is all that's left of.... something, I don't know what. I'd like to imagine it might take you to Narnia, but the nearest to makebelieve in the hereabouts are the train timetables in the stations.

Come on Baby Light my Fire

The entire length of the bridge taking people into the Olympic park has been covered with images of people enjoying the Olympic torch relay and... a certain brand of fizzy drink. A respected commenter pointed out yesterday that alleviating costs from the public purse should surely be a good thing. Well, yes. But I can't help but think that a soul has been sold here, and quite cheaply. You can't buy tickets if you don't have our magic card. You can't buy food if it isn't out branded goods. We ARE worth more than that. And if you are asking yourself, I can see no trace of fizzy-drink-brand here, I did have to work to take it that way.

YOU looking at ME???

Amusing, but eminently practical, there are people standing all around the way to the Olympic site whose only job it to point the way to the Olympic Park. Of course it would be uncharitable of me to think that, had the way to the park not been to funnel people through a labyrinth of shops they wouldn't need any of this...

Stairway To Heaven

The Bethnal Green Disaster of 1943 is still remembered by quite a few, to quote:

On 3 March 1943 a crowd of people entered Bethnal Green tube station which was used at the time as an air-raid shelter. After the searchlights went on and an anti-aircraft battery a few hundred yards away in Victoria Park launched a salvo of a new type of anti-aircraft rockets the crowd surged forward. Someone tripped on the stairs causing many others to fall. 300 people were crushed into the stairwell within a few seconds, 173 of them died and over 90 were injured. The worst civilian disaster of the 2nd World War.

Soon, there will be a memorial to replace these ad hoc tributes.

Jubilee Year

You'll find this inscription just outside St Pauls, as it is where Queen Victoria stopped when she was celebrating her jubilee. You might think that is curious language, but in contrast to the current monarch, she wasn't well enough to get out of the coach, so all it did was stop.....

Story of a Squat

There's no question that some sqatting is plain wrong, but sometimes you can't help but feel a bit of sympathy.

This elegant building (Bedford House in Quaker Street, E1) was built by a Quaker who had formed "the Society for Lessening the Causes of Juvenile Delinquency", much work was done to alleviate poverty among the local population and educational courses, lectures and religious meetings were held here. They moved out, it was converted for industrial use for several years but has stood empty for decades.

Last year a group of responsible squatters moved in, and undertook a lot of repairs. They turned the building into a cultural centre once again. Didn't take long though, until they were thrown out.

Now it stands empty again.

Hygiene is Important

As I've noted before, there is a resurgence of creative graffiti about town. Not that sure what all of it is about but it is fun.

Arnold Circus

It's not very often I watch TV, but I caught a program "The Secret History of our Streets" which fascinated me. The subject this week was Arnold Circus, how it came into being and how it has changed over the last 120 years. Let me whet your appetite: It was the first Council Housing Estate in the country; built with sufficient homes to house all of the slum dwellers that had lived there previously, none did.

You can watch the program for the next seven days here, I recommend it wholeheartedly.