The past few weeks I've actually been working in London. What's happened basically is this: my boss is having his house in Paddington refurbished and needed somebody to look after it whilst the builders are in. That person just so happens to be me, so every Monday I travel to Snow Hill in Birmingham and then take a Chiltern Line train down (or 'up' as the railway enthusiast I am keeps insisting)to Marylebone, before descending into the underground across to Paddington. Every Friday of course I repeat the journey in reverse.
But anyway- onward. What I do down there is to keep a site diary, telling my boss what the builders do each day, any issues arising, any visitors to the house and so on and so forth. The evenings are mine to do with as I please.
But the thing is that London is immense and labyrinthine, so if I go out there's a good chance I'll get lost or run afoul of a miscreant having inadvertantly wandered into a rougher part of town. Thus it follows I don't go out often, and when I do I keep to the Paddington area.
Apart from Tuesday evening, when I went to The Green Carnation in Soho to see a band called Sunday Driver. And I'm gad I went. It was a great gig, intimate little venue, cosy atmosphere and an enthusiastic crowd. I recommend them to anyone who's in the market to listen to Indian-influenced Steampunk music. They can be found at www.sundaydriver.co.uk
Friday, 23 October 2009
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