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I'm posting some of the photos I'm quite pleased with, even if they're not that special. To start with, carry on down this page for some thoughts on, as well as pictures of, London. Options for other photos are listed above (more places to be added when I get round to it).

Maybe I'm unusual, but I don't complain about living in London. A born-and-bred Londoner, I'm still fascinated by this bag-lady of a city, with the scraps and remains of her history festooned around her and buried beneath her sometimes grand, sometimes tatty surface. I love travelling, but it's hard to imagine living anywhere else for any length of time. Boosterish 'local patriotism' may not be the English style (what other world city has so few songs praising it - and the best known begins, significantly, with the word 'Maybe'); but I feel it when think of the Thatcher government's outrageous theft of County Hall from Londoners. The new City Hall (whether you call it the Headlamp, the Jelly Mould or the Glass Testicle) is a much less imposing symbol of municipal presence, though it is environment-friendly - apparently, the hot air arising from the debating chamber will make a significant contribution to saving on the gas bill. 'Nuff said.

I live on the Isle of Dogs in Docklands - about as far to the east of central London as I used to live to the west, in Putney: but still close to the river (I don't have to lean too far out of the window to see it, and there's something both reassuring and mysterious about it - the power of the tides perhaps). The glass and steel of modern Docklands may be self-consciously 'sophisticated', but the equally self-aware down-to-earth East End is still in evidence. Not long after I moved here, I got on to a DLR train late one evening to find the train 'captain' (a generously-built woman of a certain age) telling the passengers about the ups and downs of dealing with difficult customers. Having got their sympathy with the tale of the man who spat at her, she went on - with perfect timing - 'E called me a big fat ugly old whore - I said, don't you dare call me oId......'

On to the photos: put the mouse over the thumbnail for a better view (be patient !).. More of my photos of London

Old landmarks from the new: Westminster from the London Eye, and the Tower and Tower Bridge reflected in City Hall Ravens in the Tower Speakers' Corner Upriver: Greenwich and Canary Wharf on a summer morning Downriver: the Thames Barrier, and a replica of Peter the Great's Royal Yacht passing Greenwich
When the Cow Parade came to London
Spring in Kew Gardens
Fireworks at the Lord Mayor's Show
 

Last updated 5 September 2003