Boiled Beef and Carrots

I have  a day in London. I buy a stock of Silvo. I get my glasses fixed, for I had sat on them, by a very helpful lady called Mel in the Boots Optician on Clapham Common. Thanks Mel. I take the tube to London Bridge where I rent a bike from a stand and cycle gently to the Tate Modern.

This building is called The Shard



There is an exhibition of Damien Hirst’s stuff, which is a bit um silly, except for one room which is very hot and humid and full of exotic butterflies. It is like Okinawa. The butterflies settle on you and engage you in conversation. Their vocabularary is a bit limited and I soon tire of talking about fruit. The rest of the show at the Tate was OK but you know.

Beam in on me baby,
and we’ll beam together
I know we always been together,
but there’s more.
Mister Zoot Horn Rollo, hit that long lunar note,
and let it float.

I walk up the South Bank in an atmosphere of triste est omne animal post olympicum.

Yes we have no bananas

Many athlete looking people in fancy track suits so I eat some Fish and Chips.

Nice but ridiculously expensive

I cross Westminster Bridge and go for a tour of Parliament.

Boiled Beef and Carrots

The Victorians were a strange bunch. The buildings are full of paintings of Kings and whatnot and Sir Gawain swearing  humility and Lady Jane Grey going to the bridge. I think it is time for a makeover. The actual House of Commons is remarkable for it smallness.

Back to Clapham to bathe in familial hospitality offered by Ian and Ann.


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1 Response to Boiled Beef and Carrots

  1. Ian Calder says:

    Well done the Neil team – continental journeys to get to Sussex – a major effort.

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