Thames at Noight - Part 4: The last bits

Man oh man, I got you a first world problem right here.For the last couple of days I have been too sick to blog.Shocking, I know. It makes the potty run out of the body.But these germs which my immune system isn't so familiar with, seem to finally be getting beat back.More complex ideas than "Where are the tissues?" and "I want to live, yet even more I want to die" are starting to form in the imaginationscape.
So yeah, sorry for the quietude and promises which haven't been followed up as quickly as either you or I would like. This is what happens when you get tied to a chair and cock slapped by germs, I guess!

I - I guess!

Thames at Noight - Part 3: Saatchi invasion and Ben (Big)

Thames at Night - Part 2: London Eyeful

Words will come later when my skull drains enough to make room for them to appear.

Thames at Noight - Part 1

I am in the mood to swear or otherwise be crude.
But will I?You may just get lucky.But then, you may also become unlucky!Really unlucky.Tune in next time to find out!

Addendum: I thought that my plurality of nerve-endings had been deadened enough by now that I was immune to whatever Google Image Search could render deep within it's lower intestine.

I was wrong.

South Bank Tour Part 3

People from Ottawa will find this character familiar (and maybe Toronto, has one of these shown up there?).If you want to just walk into the Thames, this is an option.

Addendum: It's Guy Fawkes day to day, but the fireworks have been filling the sky over Islington in the evening since Friday night. It was an odd moment on Friday when I first heard them, since local kids usually screw around with fireworks every once in a while anyways. "Man those kids are getting organized" I thought...

South Bank Tour Part 2: There is little unity in the following images

At lot of you may recognize the above as the famous place where Genghis Khan wrote all those show tunes.I don't know why, but I always fancy these guys as being super ornery and defensive at all times. Smoking cigars. Fondling their cousins in the back of the town hall they rented for the wedding. Listening to the radio and nodding their heads thoughtfully while waiting to get their hair cut.Some kind of crazy gunfight (or even crazier punch-up) needs to be filmed along this street and it's criss-crossing bridges.
If you live along the Thames in the heart of London (or a small offshoot of the Thames, as these people do) then it is required by law that on your tax forms "Income" line you write "Doin' just fine, thanks for asking".Those little square bits running alongside the people are printed all over with chronicles of Bad Things in Iraq. This is can case folk were not aware.
This was outside of a museum dedicated to Churchill and his wartime efforts (surprise). I just may have to return there in the near future.

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South Bank Tour Part 1: Bo-ats

Yesterday I took along walk along the southern bank of the Thames, starting at London Bridge station (which is surprisingly far from London Bridge, given the name). I've once again remembered that I have barely touched upon London south of the river and so I'm going to try to get down there in the next while. Christ, I drank at Brixton's in Ottawa at least a dozen times and yet I've never been to Brixton! That has to be rectified.
The HMS Belfast.
The Golden Hinde.
Then we have this beautiful escapee from a Terry Gilliam animation. I found it in Hay's Galleria.