I have lived fairly contentedly in London for forty-three years and much of my happiness I now realise has come from avoiding the Hanger Lane Gyratory system.
Mo Farquharson is a sculptor of considerable ability who sadly died last year aged only sixty-four. The Miners commemorates seventy-three colliers who died in the Udston Colliery explosion in 1887.
Luis Buñuel ‘s 1929 film, Un Chien Andalou, has a scene in which an eyeball is slit with a razor. Arabesque, a 1966 comedy-caper starring Gregory Peck and Sophia Loren has a scene early on in which a scientist is killed by having toxic eye drops administered by a baddie posing as an optician.
On Thursday a generous friend invited me to a Conservative Association lunch party. Being the Cities of London and Westminster Conservative Association it was rather swanky.
Wash Doctors are back. An operative comes to clean the interior and/or exterior of your car using minimum water. Minimum charge is £18 which sounds like good money for the washer but …
Betzabe keeps bees in San José, Nicaragua. Hitherto she has borrowed money from a community bank and repaid those loans in a timely fashion. Now she has successfully applied to Kiva for a loan of $3,000.
Early yesterday morning I was lucky to see one of the peregrine falcon fledglings fly from its nest to the roof at the north east corner of Charing Cross Hospital. Most of the time they either sit still or slowly sidle crabwise along the ledge where they were born.
A reader dubbed me “Star Investor” in a comment last month, making me reflect that perhaps I have been a boastful toad in business posts. So today I’m going to set the record straight.
For more than ten years peregrine falcons have nested on a ledge, part of the roof of Charing Cross Hospital. The best place to see them is from the west end of Margravine Cemetery or from our attic window.