Mind the Gap

I have suddenly, alarmingly, turned into a social butterfly and through London I have been a-flitting, neglecting to update this blog. I assure you all, not only have I eaten at least three meals a day, there is a backlog of trenchant and insightful rumination to be posted soon enough. Was J. G. Ballard right in denouncing the Tate Modern as the architecture of fascism? Why has my allegiance to my former favourite museum in London taken a u-turn? How to deal with news media overload in London? What do you wear when the dress code calls for attire 'appropriate to a smart occasion'? Is gambling really the vice that will destroy me? How much Mahler can fit onto my hard drive? Is my intolerance of school groups touring London a sign of aging? Is London, as one London-dwelling friend vigorously asserted, the capital of the world?

In the meantime, breaking news. Today I met a caramel-coloured, honey-tempered bulldog named Hugo.
We seriously connected.

I've also been documenting selected street and warning signs of London. What further proof do you need that this is truly (a) funkytown?


Finally, the delightful Mitzi G. Burger has brought it to my attention that Sunday, being the 22/7, is pie day. I will most certainly be celebrating this auspicious occasion.

Heady times. Watch this space.