parting of the ways as the rest of us head unwittingly into D&G hell

A 'wharfer' contemplates the fine selection of champagnes on offer

trapped in the lock gates at Limehouse basin; the water's surface is exhaustively filled with perfectly-tesselating thames-borne garbage

and k-punk way ahead as usual

luka (with courvoisier at the ready), eleutheria, and 'blogless' ben.

so-called after a piece of graffiti that was up when ruth and I moved to a place along the canal here. Strangely, after four years this derelict, decaying block is still standing whilst around it others have been pulverized and replaced with the ubiquitous low-rise powder-blue-balconied mediocrities.

the H, the E, the R the O the N

The window of K-Punk Towers, showing clearly the ghostly engram left behind by our demonic avian visitor.