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The Shard: London’s fat lady?
February 7, 2012 9:04 am 11 Comments
From a distance the Shard is graceful - a thing of beauty. But up close, it appears to occupy every inch of land in the vicinity. Is its fat base a worthwhile trade off for 'distant grace'?
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Serendipity strikes!
July 15, 2010 7:45 am 29 Comments
OK folks - so there are some teething problems - ‘tis true that when you arrive at Snowblog you find yourself back in January.
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Boris, Rivers of Blue and bike docks
July 14, 2010 7:25 am 37 Comments
Well there I am at 8.05pm last night on my, er, second bike (my first stolen two days ago: £1000 reward), thundering along Theobolds Road talking on my phone...when I hear this booming voice...
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Mad about trees?
November 10, 2009 4:11 pm No Comments
Jon Snow tells the story of trees being planted on a busy street in north London.
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My shameful dilemma
June 25, 2009 4:03 pm 29 Comments
Along a reasonably well-heeled street in the Camden area of north London, my attention is first drawn to an argument between a young man and a young woman on my left. And then, 50 yards later, I suddenly see a man in his 20s bashing a much younger woman’s face into the bonnet of a [...]
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The ExCeL centre is the land that God forgot
April 2, 2009 9:42 am No Comments
Welcome to the end of the earth. Welcome to the land God forgot.. I am in the ExCeL centre. But worry not, the ExCeL centre excels at nothing. It has the shared misfortune with 20 of the world’s most powerful leaders of being the place that this summit is being held.
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Viewing Britain from a Preston perspective
March 19, 2009 6:30 pm No Comments
What a delightful and unexpected place Preston is. Now, today’s sunshine helped, its true. Boarded-up Woolies does not. The town was humming this afternoon, not least because of a particularly gifted duet of buskers in the centre – fluent black jazz trumpeter and white guitarist.
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Life and dearth in Britain: London
March 2, 2009 4:57 pm No Comments
Having returned to London from the north east, it was catching the last tube home to Camden Town that taught me most. A young Ecuadorian student talked to me on the platform, her rather large boyfriend looking on with what looked like a cross between resentment and curiosity. We were joined by a surge of [...]

