Clissold Park Chainsaw Massacre
Another of the ancient horse chestnuts in the south western sector of Clissold Park, probable remnants of the old Newington Common, has...
Another of the ancient horse chestnuts in the south western sector of Clissold Park, probable remnants of the old Newington Common, has...
More old trees in Clissold Park are being cut down. Some of the gnarled horse chestnut trees in the south west corner have seemingy died...
The little Hawthorne bush that nestles into an eastern corner of Old St Mary’s Church is covered in bright red berries. Beneath it is a...
Amazing news. I’ve recently learned about an underground river that flows from Highbury down into the Hackney Brook Valley. Usually I...
This morning I was sitting on the top deck of a no. 19 bus. Around Highbury Corner the conductor started to whistle the tune to Andrew...
Bright sunshine and cold breezes this morning, as befits the first official day of Autumn. The postman says there are no letters for us...
Seemingly out of the blue, my friend Lee asked me yesterday if I knew that The Clash had recorded the London Calling album in Highbury....
Yet another of the old horse chestnut trees in Clissold Park is starting to peg out. On the south side, near the route of the buried New...
Three teenagers enter Humana, a second hand clothes shop in Hammersmith. They are all decked out from head to toe in the new Urban Jessie...
The gambler who lives at the end of the road has got himself into a feud with the frowning old man who lives in a house opposite....
“North, south, east or west – it doesn’t matter where you plant stuff. If you want it to grow, it’ll grow.”
Looking south east, through the slats in the blind, I can see four policemen with black padded waistcoats – the kind of thing their mums...
The little print shop next to The Gunners pub has collapsed. For several days workmen* had been gutting the building and digging down...
Yesterday – 7th January – I saw the first ladybird of Spring. It landed on the screen of my Imac while I was checking the latest...
A mother is walking through the park with a small boy following behind, dribbling a football. A squirrel runs across their path. “I used...
The sound of Aled Jones singing fills the streets of Highbury Vale. Perhaps a fan of squeaky chorister recordings has moved in to the...
Wandering through frantic yet beautiful Holloway on a blazing afternoon I come to the junction of Camden Road, pleased with myself for...