Welcome to the Fold

You are looking at the proud owner of a brand-new Barclays Bank account and credit card!

Doddington Estate

This is where I live.

No Rest for the Weary

There is no peace in this city. There is always another train, another jet, another car, another child screaming, another drunk shouting. A door slamming, a bus braking, my elevator jangling into life. There is always a police siren screaming down the road, usually accompanied by a helicopter overhead. I feel like I’m living in the midst of some hellish carnival, avoiding eye contact at all costs with the other 7.5 million participants. Which brings us to the eye in the sky, the omnipresent CCTV cameras which record our daily strife. From the moment I leave my apartment until the time I get back home, I am on camera. There is a camera in the hallway, in the elevator, in the foyer, and pointed at the outside door of my building. There are cameras on every street and in every bus, train and tube. There are cameras in the kitchen I work in, capturing the action. There are even cameras in the pubs we frequent after work. Does anyone actually watch the footage, fascinating and thought-provoking though it may be? I can’t help but feel that everything I do is on file somewhere, in the bowels of some converted warehouse where the footage is screened to a focus group trying to determine what kind of toilet paper I buy, and why, and how frequently? Not only is this monitoring unnecessary, it’s downright intrusive.  One camera leads to a hundred, because to have only one is not enough.  You need total coverage.  One nation under CCTV.

Greenwich in the Meantime

Incommunicado

Sorry the posts have been few and far between lately.  I have just pulled two 70 hr. weeks at work and have not had an internet connection in my flat.  But now the internet is flowing freely into my tiny bedroom and so here I am.  No photos of Nahm yet but I’m working on it.  In between, you know, cooking and stuff.

Tour of Duty

Started work at Nahm last week and have been working like a fiend ever since.  I have never sharpened my knife as often nor took as many painkillers in my entire career.  Photographs shall be posted forthwith.

Adventures of Allison and I

June 4

Today I stage at Nahm. Didn’t manage to get to sleep at all last night, on account of the jet lag. The guy at reception gave me a free Rockstar Energy Drink…Wish me luck!

British Museum

Jet Lag

Symptoms may include: fatigue, confusion, loss of appetite, disorientation, loss of balance, a general feeling of malaise.