Me And My Transport

After my trip to Londinium at the weekend I rekindled my great love affair with the Underground. Love it. To bits. Efficient, fast, everywhere and with every nationality under the sun all squeezed into cramped carriages.

Thus I shall be reading here in future…

Londinium – Part Three – Tate Modern

And then there was the third part…

For years I’ve wanted to go to the Tate Modern and it didn’t disappoint. Even the walk over from Blackfriars over Norman Foster’s (have I mentioned him before 😉 Millennium Bridge is breathtaking…

St. Paul’s on one end, the Tate on the other…

Before you even get to any of the works on show there’s the vast turbine hall. No installation on at the mo after they filled in the crack



And the slightly impressive view from the restaurant…



You are, of course, not supposed to take pictures anywhere inside the actual galleries themselves. I was mostly good. It’s hard not to get very, very, very excited when around every corner you’re confronted with Picasso, Pollack, Magritte, Miro, Lichtenstein, Warhol… And then I turned a corner to be confronted by something that made me palpitate like it was Christmas morning and I was four…. And Santa had just brought me a pony.



You can’t do him in black and white in fairness. My favourite artist ever. I was never the same again after that exhibition of his work from around the world that was held in the Hugh Lane 8 or 9 years agon and I haven’t seen anything of his in person since.


After a while I got information overload and couldn’t take any more in, genuiely. We must have been there for about four hours before we had to bail to the airport.

Managed a couple of other shufty ones. One from the propaganda section:



And this one where the artist flattened loads of silver items, cigarette cases, trombones, forks, platters and then hung them all from the ceiling in the shape of thirty pieces of silver. Just fascinating.



That’s before the THIRTEEN rooms of the current major Duchamp, Ray, Piccabia exhibition including the legend that is Fountain…



I saw half of it. I WILL be back. Soon. You should go.

They do great sausage ciabattas on their breakfast menu.

Londinium – Part Two – The Globe


This is slightly shorter as the second of my religious experiences I had over the weekend is one I couldn’t really take pictures in, at least not many…

Went to Shakespeare’s Globe as they call it down by the riverbank for their fantastic production of King Lear. It’s incredible to see people who know what they’re doing play out something like this. No amplification, no artificial sound effects, just the staging of the time and all in the most incredible auditorium open to the warm London Saturday night sky.



Even all three and a quarter hours of it with me standing in the pit after a day of walking around the city could put me off, I’m determined to go back when they put on A Midsummer Night’s Dream in the Summer.

It was simply amazing.

No pictures allowed, so, of course, I took a swift one when no-one was looking. I’m not good with rules 🙂



And a few when they were taking bows and after…



Some enterprising soul has put up a curtain call on Youtube:

Ended up on a houseboat on the Thames at 2am…


It’s all bngr’s fault. She seems unpreturbed.


Londinium – Part One – Swiss Re

I have donkey loads of these to put up so I may as well get started – feel free to skip ahead if you’re easily bored 🙂

I was in London over the weekend for a flying visit and ended up having three honest to goodness religious experiences, the first of which was totally unexpected.

Remember I was talking about Norman Foster a while back? Well turns out my train into the city form the airport brought me into Liverpool Street. I saw something looming ahead on the way in, guessed that we were going to end up close to it and asked my travelling companion “can we just go outside for a mo, just to have a look around before we get in the Tube?”

And then, there, in the glorious sunny, balmy afternoon, something loomed over the surrounding buildings, less then ten minutes of a walk away.


I then proceeded to spend the next half hour fetishising it for every angle. It’s truly design porn for me. Because it was Saturday and the business district it was very quiet around apart from a few people sitting near looking up and taking pictures in the calm warmth. There was almost an air of reverence around it…




We’re now best friends 🙂