when the tough goes shopping
Many happy Monday returns.
Life is bonny; I have just purchased 500mls of Jojoba oil on eBay - the apple blossom scarf is nearly finished, and I am moving on to the exciting world of creating mildly scented moisturizing oils.
In other news, work is settling in well. Lots to take in, and even more to eat. To get to work I have to walk through Borough Markets. This is a little like saying to a paedophile that their new route to work is via the swing set at their local kindy-garten, only not as disturbing. I frolic* across cobbled ally ways, past cheese stalls, barrels brimming with early season English apples, mounds of imported fresh figs and stacks of oven hot bread. Then under London Bridge, along the river bank for a bit, before arriving at work feeling very much like the Londoner that I am becoming. From my desk I can see the arse end of St Paul’s.
It is nice being around the river – even though you can never look at the same river twice, you do feel a lot more connected with the London of yore when you are next to the Thames then, say, The Cucumber**. Although there doesn’t seem to be much of a riverside culture in London, as compared to water frontage in Sydney or Melbourne. This may be because in the past the Thames wasn’t exactly something that you wanted to be around, but I could be wrong.
* May not be true. May actually stride along looking down and frowning like usual (but frolicing on the inside)
** The Cucumber in most of its glory....
Life is bonny; I have just purchased 500mls of Jojoba oil on eBay - the apple blossom scarf is nearly finished, and I am moving on to the exciting world of creating mildly scented moisturizing oils.
In other news, work is settling in well. Lots to take in, and even more to eat. To get to work I have to walk through Borough Markets. This is a little like saying to a paedophile that their new route to work is via the swing set at their local kindy-garten, only not as disturbing. I frolic* across cobbled ally ways, past cheese stalls, barrels brimming with early season English apples, mounds of imported fresh figs and stacks of oven hot bread. Then under London Bridge, along the river bank for a bit, before arriving at work feeling very much like the Londoner that I am becoming. From my desk I can see the arse end of St Paul’s.
It is nice being around the river – even though you can never look at the same river twice, you do feel a lot more connected with the London of yore when you are next to the Thames then, say, The Cucumber**. Although there doesn’t seem to be much of a riverside culture in London, as compared to water frontage in Sydney or Melbourne. This may be because in the past the Thames wasn’t exactly something that you wanted to be around, but I could be wrong.
* May not be true. May actually stride along looking down and frowning like usual (but frolicing on the inside)
** The Cucumber in most of its glory....
posted by tangles at 9:58 PM
10 Comments:
ooh, I always thought it was called the "gherkin" rather than the cucumber.... (same thing I guess, just one is bigger!)
I always thought it was called the "giant erection"
yes - i think that it is called the gherkin. I am a novice londoner. Least I was close ...
urgh. I am home sick today. First week at work and I get the worst cold I have had in a couple of years! Woe!
And worst still - we don't have cable tv!! Damned free-to-air....
also gherkins are knobbly and bendy.
All tall buildings are called the "giant erection", are they not?
i think it looks like a faberge egg. spelling? interesting? answer to both: not really.
There's another one like that in Barcelona. I think they are the end of giant drills used by moles from the underworld to drill to the surface and attack us in our sleep.
Lady - this is crap - you've been off all week, we are things to entertain and delight us with?
xx
'where'
but we are also entertaining.
No Zefrank.
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