Wednesday Walkabout


The London Eye is always watching you, the Tate Modern is big, the traffic is congested, and what Love Is.

Okay, let's get today's Trafalgar photo out of the way first. If you had planned to spend some time amongst the pigeons in Trafalgar, you'd probably better do it quickly. They are aviaris non grata these days...




Downtown London has a "congestion tax" that must be paid if you want to drive within a centre area. It really is faster on foot some of the time.





The London Eye is a giant ferris wheel kind of thing on the South Bank that is a bit like the CN Tower in that it seems you can always see it, no matter where you are.





It appears over the top of buildings when you're in Trafalgar, looms over Whitehall, and almost dominates the Thames, which is not easy to do considering it also has buildings like the Tate Modern to compete against.





The Tate Modern is an amazing place. It's a disused power station, converted to an art gallery. Even without the art - some of the absolute classics of modern art are here, including one of Duchamp's toilets and a can of "Artists's Shit" from the dada movement - the building is imposing and impressive. It's hard to get a real sense of the size of the place, but this is the Turbine Hall...





Back on the underground we find that you can take the Canadian out of Canada, but you still can't escape Shania.





There was something delightfully symbolic about having her over on the other side, while on my side there was a small shop selling such quintessentially British things as pork scratchings. Imagine someone had found a way to take pork fat and make it even less appetising. These do nothing to dispel the stereotypes of British food as disgusting.





And in a city that is really notable for the quality of its graphic design and aesthetics, it seems that the London Underground has resurrected that utterly disturbing black hole of gender confusion, the Love Is series.





Why are those people naked? What is wrong with their eyes? Honestly, it's like Ziggy meets the X Files.

And one last one. I didn't find a "Royale with Cheese," but I did see a Chicken Royale in Burger King.



Posted: Wed - June 11, 2003 at 02:38 PM   Meltdown   Out and About   Email Comments


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