Monday, December 29, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Winter Solstice, Cardington Park
Overhead is opal turning sapphire,
Down to turquoise, and then blue.
The sun is cold upon the trees
On the far side of the reservoir.
A weeping willow, a reedy bank,
A few leaves, downcast, waiting.
And now three swans approach,
Looking for bread, expecting none.
They glance, reflect and dazzle
Like tomb light on the darkest day.
--
Stephen Moran
(1992)
Down to turquoise, and then blue.
The sun is cold upon the trees
On the far side of the reservoir.
A weeping willow, a reedy bank,
A few leaves, downcast, waiting.
And now three swans approach,
Looking for bread, expecting none.
They glance, reflect and dazzle
Like tomb light on the darkest day.
--
Stephen Moran
(1992)
Merry Christmas
The Pogues, starting with 30th anniversary concert in Paris, a beautiful version of Fairytale of New York and next up, Shane and the band on top form with a great version of Dirty Old Town.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Litter and fly-tipping in Harrow
This pile of rubbish has been growing for weeks. |
Groups of men stand here at night drinking and others spit paan. |
Steps lead up to flats above the parade of shops. |
From across the street |
The corner of Cavendish Avenue and Hartington Close is always filthy. |
There is an official looking building, which houses a centre for disabled people, around which complete squalor reigns. I myself had to pull large sheets of plastic out of the overgrown hedgerow and stuffed them into a bin, after I got fed up with walking by the scene for several weeks, during which time nobody responsible for that building lifted a finger to tidy the rubbish outside, despite people hanging around and coming and going from there continuously*.
The base of the walls near the corner are covered in what looks like splashes of red paint, but is actually spitted paan residue. What the hell are we paying Council Tax for here in Harrow? The police come once every couple of months and hold a meeting on the corner with anyone who wants to talk to them. Other than that, in over a year living here in this street, I have only once seen a pair of police walking down the street and that was in the daytime when nothing goes on.
A little further down Greenford Road, across the railway bridge at Sudbury Hill station, you enter the London Borough of Ealing. Here in Grove Farm special nature reserve, where a local woman was murdered a few years ago (by a known criminal from one of the Baltic states, a man with a string of convictions in his own country for rape, by the way), I have seen groups of men standing around in the trees, more than one group, drinking and once in a field with a campfire. (Is this a right or wrong use of the place? I really don't know.) And of course, bottles are strewn around there as well. Grove Farm is a particularly forbidding zone for anyone alone or vulnerable, in this writer's opinion**.
Does anyone in power ever go for a walk in the street or do they all go from limo to bureaucratic building to limo and home? Can they see anything as they swish by in their cars to get to the David Lloyd £90 per month (approx.) sports centre? I doubt it.
Ossian
* Update: The day after I posted this, the rubbish was cleared. The overgrown bushes in front of the council building have also been cut right back.
** Update: A sign has appeared near the entrance to Grove Farm, which is also the road leading to the David Lloyd sports centre, designating the area a no-drinking area. That should help.
A little further down Greenford Road, across the railway bridge at Sudbury Hill station, you enter the London Borough of Ealing. Here in Grove Farm special nature reserve, where a local woman was murdered a few years ago (by a known criminal from one of the Baltic states, a man with a string of convictions in his own country for rape, by the way), I have seen groups of men standing around in the trees, more than one group, drinking and once in a field with a campfire. (Is this a right or wrong use of the place? I really don't know.) And of course, bottles are strewn around there as well. Grove Farm is a particularly forbidding zone for anyone alone or vulnerable, in this writer's opinion**.
Does anyone in power ever go for a walk in the street or do they all go from limo to bureaucratic building to limo and home? Can they see anything as they swish by in their cars to get to the David Lloyd £90 per month (approx.) sports centre? I doubt it.
Ossian
* Update: The day after I posted this, the rubbish was cleared. The overgrown bushes in front of the council building have also been cut right back.
Slipped a bit |
** Update: A sign has appeared near the entrance to Grove Farm, which is also the road leading to the David Lloyd sports centre, designating the area a no-drinking area. That should help.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Friday, December 05, 2014
Stop harassment and surveillance outside clinics
The campaigners who stand outside clinics with cameras and posters should be arrested and charged with something. It's intolerable.
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
Another shop window smashed
Chicken Cottage window smashed |
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Window within a window
Today |
Labels:
books,
photo,
shops,
Willesden Herald Copyright Photos
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Another cash machine raid on the same block
Forensics at work |
Shopfront completely smashed |
Cash machine broken into |
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Irish Film Festival London 2014
See IrishFilmFestivalLondon.com for programme, venues etc. Venues include the Tricycle Kilburn, the ICA, Clapham Picturehouse, Hackney Picturehouse and Europe House.
Monday, November 10, 2014
Three squibs
The Road Not Taken
On seeing two signposts pointing opposite ways to Edenderry,
one that said 8 miles and one that said 10
She bid me take her hither,
I bid her take me yon
But I being young would dither
And now she's taking John.
Down by Edenderry
Our rendezvous was set
But I went by the long road
And now she's with that get.
So listen all you geezers
On Erin's craggy coast
Always take the short cut
Or else your arse is toast.
.
Nearly Man
Ah me and Carmel Kavanagh from Navan
In a caravan in Cavan
Almost consummated our mirage.
Then a one night couldn't stand
With Anna from Knockananna
In Banna sur la Plage.
I nearly humped Dymphna from Crumlin though,
On a drumlin near Drumshanbo
But never knowingly akimbo,
She dumped me at Crimbo,
Which ruined my image
In Kimmage.
.
He wishes for the green and silver bits
After WBY
Had I the heavens’ embroidered circuitboards,
Enwrought with silver of solder and flux
The boolean half charge of decision scores,
Resistors and matrices of maybes and mux,
I’d encrypt there the tales of Arabia for you.
But I being poor have only my wee jests;
Tread softly because you tread on my jesticles.
.
-- Stephen Moran
On seeing two signposts pointing opposite ways to Edenderry,
one that said 8 miles and one that said 10
She bid me take her hither,
I bid her take me yon
But I being young would dither
And now she's taking John.
Down by Edenderry
Our rendezvous was set
But I went by the long road
And now she's with that get.
So listen all you geezers
On Erin's craggy coast
Always take the short cut
Or else your arse is toast.
.
Nearly Man
Ah me and Carmel Kavanagh from Navan
In a caravan in Cavan
Almost consummated our mirage.
Then a one night couldn't stand
With Anna from Knockananna
In Banna sur la Plage.
I nearly humped Dymphna from Crumlin though,
On a drumlin near Drumshanbo
But never knowingly akimbo,
She dumped me at Crimbo,
Which ruined my image
In Kimmage.
.
He wishes for the green and silver bits
After WBY
Had I the heavens’ embroidered circuitboards,
Enwrought with silver of solder and flux
The boolean half charge of decision scores,
Resistors and matrices of maybes and mux,
I’d encrypt there the tales of Arabia for you.
But I being poor have only my wee jests;
Tread softly because you tread on my jesticles.
.
-- Stephen Moran
Thursday, November 06, 2014
John Lewis Christmas advert
This is really lovely. A lot better than the one last year. Full marks to JLP for carrying on this tradition of theirs and for being a workers' co-operative, of course, and a great shop. And a John Lennon song to go with it.
Wednesday, November 05, 2014
Sunday, November 02, 2014
Harrow Cricket Club fireworks 2014
Waiting for the show to start |
Snaps can't do justice to the spectacular display. |
The fireworks were good but I didn't think much of the crappy music. And while we were waiting, the hundreds of kids and toddlers rushing around having great fun were bombarded with horrible lyrics in some songs, one of which I found particularly annoying with such lines as "I'm your lover, I'm not your fucking mother." I suppose kids have to get used to that sort of thing now, but really tacky DJ-ing, to say the very least, given the audience.
Ossian
Saturday walk
Grove Farm nature reserve |
Grove Farm (2) |
Grove Farm (3) |
Grove Farm (4) |
Grove Farm (5) dry rill |
Grove Farm (6) with Kellogg tower in the distance, mid-left |
Wood End Lane (1) |
Wood End Lane (2) |
Wood End Gardens (1) |
Wood End Gardens (2) |
Wood End Gardens (3) |
Wood End Road |
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