Autolycus

This seeming cleft in a cliff is actually the entrance to this year's Serpentine Pavilion, the annual temporary architectual experimen...

Cycling along the Regent's Canal, one gets used to the narrowboats moored alongside, and they seem to be more numerous than ever this su...

Seen along the cycle path into town today: Since this is on one of the most mediocre, not to say scruffy, buildings in the area, I suppo...

This trailer on TV reminds me of the kind of notice that used to appear occasionally at my school: "Tuesday will be Wednesday ALL DAY...

On one of those days where walking almost anywhere in central London makes you think the collective noun for tourists is "a drift"...

(For those who haven't followed the ins and outs of all this, the links will explain....) 1. The Mop-headed Buffoon becomes Our Bel...

So in this brave new world (or strange new limbo), where those who won don't appear to be quite sure whether they really wanted whatever...

I am still in Europe (Austria, to be precise).

Ah, the great panoply of London life.... All the pomp and circumstance of Trooping the Colour for the Queen's 90th birthday this morning...

My dental appointment would just have to be on the day summer finally looked to have decided to make an appearance, wouldn't it? But...

As the referendum debate in this country (I'll be out of the country again, so I'll be voting early, though not often) becomes mor...

I wouldn't have expected the London local elections to feature very highly on the news agenda in France, but it certainly appeared in th...

What better way to take advantage of the quiet streets of the Parisian public holiday last weekend (not to mention the fantastic weather) ...

This poster greeted me in the metro, one of a series of bilingual puns to advertise a language school. All very amusing. Not too sure ab...

30 pages of manifestoes and instructions! Never mind the sideshow across the Atlantic, today is election day in London and other local a...

That was the greeting from a cycle delivery courier on London Bridge: but this wasn't an unexpected outburst of cultural zeal, it was ...

How quickly one forgets. Months and months of first focussing, and then trying not to, on a persistent sciatica, both of which made it a fir...

Someone at our local arty bar must have been a bit bored...