29 April 2010
Last weekend I visited some of the King’s Cross Reveal Festival. I didn’t have many chances to take photos but I thought I should blog some of my photos: the other side of King’s Cross.
Camley Street Natural Park is one of the most unusual and unexpected finds in London. A miniature wildlife oasis in the heart of one of London’s largest regeneration projects – an area historically associated with deprivation and prostitution that it now London’s gateway to Europe. The famous King’s Cross gasholders – a landmark in their own right with a history and a future – remain a part of the area’s landscape. And London’s famous Brunswick Centre…
28 April 2010
…once wearing odd shoes on a date. They were both the same colour, but very very different to each other. And I didn’t realise until a couple of hours in.
Can’t be that bad though, maybe it’s a good trick to learn. After all, over five years later we’re still together…
23 April 2010
…to finally have the internet again after moving flat. I always remembered Internet being the thing that took a while to sort out – getting the phone line, then getting our ISP to finally connect up. But I’d never moved into a new flat as a brand new homeowner before – I’d forgotten about the things you need the internet to buy!I’m looking forward – this weekend – to finally getting online to order those last few bits of furniture – a sofa, a wardrobe and bathroom storage – that’ll mean the flat can finally get sorted!
But since the internet is now connected I’ve rather enjoyed browsing a number of tunes on youtube… here’s some of my current faves:
1 April 2010
I’m moving flat. I last moved flat just a year ago, although I’ve lived in different parts of Camden Town for years.
Yesterday I got a set of keys that kinda scared me. Keys to my own flat – well, a flat that I own 25% of. You think I could afford my own flat in NW1?! Pah!
It’s taken three days to pack so far. And I’m about 80% done (just those fiddly little bits left, very annoying!). The more I think about the packing the more I realise just how much stuff we accumulate. I mean, is this what life is? Belongings? Earn the money, buy things – big things, little things.
I must have given hundreds of pounds worth of CDs and VHS Videos to a charity shop. I must have thrown so many things I’ve spent money I have earned on away. And what for? Why did I own them in the first place?
I guess that owning ‘stuff’ is more tangible than spending money on things like holidays, food or experiences. But Is it not still a waste? Am I to blame or is it the consumerist society?
Perhaps moving to my new flat which is – necessarily – smaller (so I can afford it!) means I’ll have to re-evaluate my life of ‘stuff’ and make my life a one of meaning, of emotions, of ‘things’ that mean something – tangible, or intangible.