Recently I’ve been re-reading a lot of books from my university days (first time round when I did English Literature and Philosophy). I didn’t read anything properly while I was there, mainly because I was very lazy.
Anyway, I just finished reading Hawksmoor by Peter Akroyd (the bloke who does the London histories and stuff). It’s a fictionalised account of Nicholas Hawksmoor, one of London’s key architects after the Great Fire of London. It switches back and forth through time and uses Magical Realism techniques to play around with the concepts of time and historical accuracy. I’m really into history, particularly about London and I highly recommend the book.
On Sunday I was supposed to be meeting a friend in central London for lunch but got stood up at the last minute. On a whim I decided to stay on the bus till the last stop, which happened to be London Bridge. Then I decided to walk along the Thames from Tower Bridge to Westminster. Popped into The Tate Modern and took in the views from all the bridges along the way (in order: Tower Bridge, London Bridge, Southwark Bridge, Millennium Bridge, Blackfriar’s Bridge, Waterloo Bridge, Hungarford Bridge, Westminster Bridge). And I popper into the Black Friar for a pint along the way too.
One of the best things about London is the street names; you can really feel the history there. Broken Wharf is the only one that sticks in my mind at the moment, but I passed loads more that I can’t remember right now.
It’s quite strange being in London sometimes; it’s a really busy city, there always seems to be loads going on and you’re always surrounded by loads of people. And yet there are times when you can walk through its streets and it feels like the loneliest place in the world.
But I hate leaving things on a negative note, so I’ll add that I went out to a gig on Tuesday with good company and had a really fun evening!
Categories:Books, London Life, Woe
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