No, I don’t know what’s going on either. I photographed this lady outside Southwark Cathedral. Visitors to this historic cathedral have much to marvel at including a life-size statue of Shakespeare reclining. He leans on one elbow, and in his hand there is always a small posy of fresh flowers. Who puts the flowers there?
Here’s a little poem I wrote. It goes quite nicely with this photo taken on Saturday at Deptford market.
REMOTELY LOVED
When I enter the room
Mon ami
My TV
Lights up
For me
With news, views, quizzes,
Sick kiddies, swapped wives and
Sellebrities
Grinning
At me!
My TV
Oh!
Mon ami
Lights up
When I come into the room.
Summer draws to a close with a last hurrah. The sunflower, which may the cheeriest of flowers, puts on a comical grin as autumn edges closer with its russet colours to warm us before winter holds sway.
Why has no one abbreviated the Orwellian Big Society to BS? I’d like to start the trend. Let’s call it what it is.
Cuts, cuts, cuts. It seems to have replaced the thrill of sex, sex, sex. It’s repeated by government spokespersons like a mantra… with exclamation marks: Cuts! Cuts! Cuts! Roll up, roll up.
Cuts at the barbers? That makes sense.
Here is a picture of a man who looks happy. Actually, he is sad. Beris Blake, a retired hospital porter, sculpts characters and creatures out of wood in his garden shed. He is standing outside Nunhead Community Centre which last weekend hosted the Nunhead Open. He really enjoyed exhibiting his work at the Open but, like the rest of us, he is saddened that after the show the community centre will be padlocked, its shutters pulled down. The same thing happened last year. Opened for a weekend and then closed for an entire year.
The council deems the building unfit for purpose, and it is. They promise to construct a new building but the community loves this one. Yes, it needs tlc: surely far cheaper than the cost of a new building which, at the rate things are going, resembles nothing so much as pie in the sky.
At the weekend I attended the Peckham Rye Fete. It’s quite extraordinary that such an urban environment as Peckham can host an event more commonly associated with villages. But there we were sipping Pimms or cups of tea. Enjoying one of the many home-made cakes and stocking up on piccalilli. Selecting books, old and new, from the excellent book stall. And most delightful of all, cheering on the wagging dog show.
The Rye hosts a variety of entertainments; here’s a photo taken when a travelling funfair pitched up.
