Paternoster Square, near St. Paul's and the LSE.
I went to a bachelor party yesterday. We started early at 11:00h and one of the activities involved indoor football. Great fun but now every muscle in my body hurts. Talk about getting old.
The first roll from the Isola came back. It produced some “interesting” results. Since I got a ton of roll film pretty cheap from a closing down sale, I will give it another go.
This one's for Konstatin.
Germany, land of poets and thinkers.
I went to a wedding party last Friday. Pretty decent and normal folks. Pretty rural area. The food was okay-ish, the music was okay-ish ("Dragostea Din Tei" only got played three times). So I managed to keep a mask of not being totally bored and disgusted even without drinking myself senseless.
Until shortly after midnight when the "DJs" pumped up the volume and got into a mix of abysmal floorfillers, the most notable an unbelievable cumulation of incredible rhythms and words by some cretin called "Eamon".
"F*ck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack
F*ck you, you ho, I dont want you back".
I was most impressed. Now, don't get me wrong. I was a Ho before you were a Ho, but seeing obese German "Knappschaft" employees getting down to this was more than I could stomach. I'm afraid it will take several weeks to heal from it.
I took the first picture above back in May, still with the A80 and was never really happy with it. So when I returned last week I headed back to the South Bank to take another one. But it was gone. They "cleaned" it.
So here's another genuine Banksy, this time from the Westway, Portobello.
Bernd das Brot again. This time hanging on a string. This guy really has no easy life.
Taking a break from the London photos today to return to Crange.
One of my favourite buildings in London. Built by the incredibly apt named Erno Goldfinger. Read more about it here.
The junction between West Row and Southern Row.
Looks pretty boring, doesn't it? Well, in two weeks time there will be a massive road block. There will be absolute mayhem. There will be thousands and tens of thousands of people going stark raving bonkers. And all just because this man will enter the top of his Budweiser bus and do his magic. Go there!
The left side of the Turbine Hall in the Tate Modern is currently populated by brilliant heads.
Unfortunately I was only able to take this one shot before a friendly guard advised that it was perfectly fine to take pictures of the exhibition as a whole from the bridge but not of individual objects.
So many pictures, so little time.
So, for you, today, a picture of something as typical for London as Routemasters or Fish & Chips.
I met Dave and Konstantin on Wednesday. Two excellent people with equally excellent blogs.
What a fun evening. We definitely have to do this again.
Cranger Kirmes 2004. I dearly love this funfair. A year without a visit at least on one day would be unthinkable.
was this man. My Dad, turning 70 come October, he had to do one round of the course during the "Jedermann Giro" - the early morning race open to anybody - yesterday.
Erik Zabel, German Cycling Ace at today's Sparkassen Giro in Bochum.
Click for bigger version. Read on below for more pictures.
Ivan Basso, Team CSC. Finished third in this year's Tour de France.
Robbie Mc Ewen. Winner of the "maillot verde" in this year's Tour de France.
Danilo Hondo. One of Germany's rising Cycling stars.
Rolf Aldag. German veteran cyclist. Could not particiapte today but was happily signing shirts and programmes for his many fans.
A brilliant learner with a knack for almost everything, you choose to spend your efforts in the pursuit of travels that extend your own potential.
"Maybe I am sick of following rules and regulations!"
What once was a tall and proud landmark now fits onto the roof of a very small car.
One of Bochum's many landmarks. More about the "Kuhhirte" (in German) at Wikipedia.
The horror for every self respecting teenager when I was still one of them. Luckily I escaped this fate.
Bernd das Brot. Germany's sole real TV star beside Charlotte ever since Harald Schmidt decided to call it a day.
Bernd 3x captured behind glass. Maybe that's why he looks a bit grumpy.
You know it's never a good sign when your "Manager" calls you at noon on a Sunday to ask you to join a conference call with all his direct reports at 7.
So our whole department is going to be outsourced and it's up to lucky me to tell the troops tomorrow. Great, isn't it? And special thanks to all those suits that tell you how much they appreciate your work and loyalty while "the business" has a really hard time just to give you a kick up the backside when you look the other way. T*ssers!
Oh well, life goes on without them.