There was a time, presumably, when the planners thought that the newly-cleaned up Greenwich peninsula was a blank canvas, there to be planned into the perfect modern development. It hasn’t worked out that way: recessions, landbanking, viability assessment-gaming developers, and the passage of time have all seen that idea off. What will it look like when it’s finished? I suspect no one has any real idea.
At £35 a ticket it was good value compared to many medium-sized gigs (though handing over £20 for 4 cans of Beck’s Vier will never seem like a good transaction). Back next year, I hope.
I hadn’t been on the London Eye for at least decade, maybe longer; possibly hadn’t even thought of going on it after a flurry of visits after it opened. Some friends had some kind of magic tourist pass and kindly brought us along as guests on just the right kind of day for it: blue skies, not much visible smog. I wish I had some shots from the last time I went on it, though; some compare-and-contrast of the skyline would be fascinating.
This is a great book about areas of London that have more or less disappeared from modern usage: Cripplegate, Ratcliffe, Agar Town, and so on. The writing is pitched just right: it rattles along, informs, amuses, and at the same time implies interesting parallels with modern London, while avoiding tenuous psychogeography. Recommended.
A brief break in a busy Easter allowed a trip to Dulwich for the Ravilious exhibition, which was excellent; apart from the delight of the pictures, there’s rare pleasure in being one of only a handful of visitors to an exhibition. Room to wander and look properly.
My Medium Format Experiment proved just about interesting enough to persist with; another roll of 120 has gone into the Yashica Mat 124 with a vague plan to make some more portraits.
- I finally finished A Tale Of Two Cities, after getting firmly stuck in the middle last year. This then prompted a sudden zeal for finishing various other half-read books, none of which proved particularly notable in the end. There’s a promising pile building up for May, though (and I may even finish James Yorkston’s memoirs – possibly the worst book-by-a-musician I’ve ever read).
- This Wait Until Next Year piece: Dartford, the death of a high street and the awkwardness of wandering around a town taking photos chimed with the feelings I’d had while out taking photos in Gravesend at the end of March: am I sneering at the place? Is it fair to judge a town on your first visit? Does anywhere look its best at 9am on a Friday?
- This fantastic LRB state-of-the-nation piece on Grimsby.
- No end of pre-election analysis that pretty much all turned out to be completely wrong…