Tag Archives: London

The Turk at Twelve O’clock

Posted on May 11, 2019 by subincontinentia

On a long road in Tottenham I walk with my eyes on the drains. With one love behind me and one more still giving me pain. A drunken Turk heading towards me from twelve o’clock Well at least I know how … Continue reading →

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Prophet on the 259

Posted on May 10, 2019 by subincontinentia

When he got on the bus, his stench was enough For all eyes to fall footward and arms to fold inward Sainsbury’s bags stacked between rows of cold knees planning evenings as tables for tea and TV. “We’re all sleeping!” he … Continue reading →

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Call of the void

Posted on December 17, 2014 by subincontinentia

It was one of those conversations. The kind that packs enough fuel for the musings of a life time. It began in the restless banality of a Sainsbury’s check out line in the heart of Camden Town. I had just … Continue reading →

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For rent

Posted on April 3, 2014 by subincontinentia

Lovely room for rent in upscale third floor flat in sought after area of West London. We are seeking an averagely attractive*, well-dressed single female heterosexual professional tenant aged between 30 and 33 (passport ID required for age verification) for … Continue reading →

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A one man revolution

Posted on January 30, 2014 by subincontinentia

It was one of those days. You know the kind. When it’s all such an almightily boring effort. Another Groundhog Day especially tailored by London sleet and collective ennui. And then I saw him. Sitting on a pink plastic stool … Continue reading →

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Squirrel vs. Lamborghini

Posted on December 12, 2013 by subincontinentia

A less than sympathetic sun elbowed its way through the fog and smirked on my cheeks that were paling from too long on a rose garden bench in my local park. The roses were taking refuge in non-existence, but it … Continue reading →

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Tipping Point: Love, booze, and climate change

Posted on November 10, 2013 by subincontinentia

‘Clomance’. Climate Change meets Romance. “The West Wing” meets “Sex in the City” – me writing my own review. “Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.” Albert Einstein “No. But climate change is.” Jude Windsor _______ Climate Change … Continue reading →

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Queen of West Green Rd

Posted on November 8, 2013 by subincontinentia

I feel I should preface this post by confiding that I’ve always had a tendency to attract ‘marginal’ types. By ‘tendency’ I mean that they hone in on me like a terrier I used to know on a discarded piece … Continue reading →

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Print and shoot

Posted on November 5, 2013 by subincontinentia

The Science Museum in London’s South Kensington has changed a lot since 1986. Cool interactive exhibits show you how you’ll look 10, 20, 30 years from now. (I declined). You can see what you would look like or sound like … Continue reading →

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Smelling the pickles

Posted on November 4, 2013 by subincontinentia

The drunken Turk mirrored my movements as I leaned first to the left and then the right, trying to avoid him as he approached. But he had me in some kind of arak-soaked-force-field. Before I knew it his substantially muscled … Continue reading →

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