This photo was chosen to be published in Bernard Azulay's "Arsenal All 4-1". I took it back in May during the Champions Parade in Islington. It's not particularly good but led to my name being mentioned in the credits alongside Arsene Wenger's. What more could you ask for in life?
The book will be in the shops in a week from today. So everybody buy it here.
Soul Jazz Records on Broadwick Street.
Another classic London record store. Still tons of excellent vinyl. Highly recommended.
After filling your bags with good grooves here, I recommend a pint or two inside the John Snow, just a few steps away.
Just one of the great records I bagged during my last visit:
An extraordinary collection of early Boogie tunes.
Paternoster Square, near St. Paul's and the LSE.
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.
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.
John Snow. A must visit every time I'm in Soho.
There's actually a rather interesting story surrounding this pub. Read all about it here.
Poor shot, nice Mini.
For Alex, to show her what a real Mini looks like ;)
And now everybody head over to minispace.
While his colleagues were all busy trying to lure tourists into their vehicles to drive them through the West End, this guy displayed an amazing amount of tranquility.
Honest Jons, Ladbroke Grove. One of my all time favourites. We gave up a lot of food for funk back in the days to find that rare groove here.
Read on below for a selection of what entered my bag this time.

Konk - The Sound Of Konk (CD)
Everything that came out of New York during a period of the early 80s on certain labels was holy to us. Konk was a part of this. Good to see 11 tracks united on this excellent compilation from Soul Jazz Records.

Candi Staton (CD)
26 tracks on Honest Jons own label that are deep. Deeper than the classic uplifting "Young Hearts Run Free". Pure class although a bit tedious to sit through in one go. But some of them have an underlying groove that is just frightening.

Keith Hudson - Flesh Of My Skin Blood Of My Blood (CD)
"Flesh Of My Skin is the most hallowed of all those reggae albums which remain unavailable..." says the info text from the Berlin based Basic Replay label.
I got the first Basic Replay re-release of Keith Hudson back in February and was simply stunned. This one is equally weird and wonderful.
If you get the chance, give it a listen or three. So leftfield it does not hurt.
Some sort of fashion shooting at Camden Lock. The real photographer was using a state of the art Bronica and grinned when he spotted my Holga.
During the 15 minutes I stayed on Parliament Square, he was hurling his opinion in the direction of Westminster literally nonstop.
More about Brian Haw at UK Indymedia and in German at London Leben.
BA London Eye. And no, I still didn't dare to take a ride. I'm such a wuss.
Selfridges, Oxford Street.
More about it here at The Big Smoker and here and here at London Photos.
I'm a total sucker for gadgets. So when I spotted this bookchair in Charing Cross Road, I simply had to take it home.
Here it is on its bigger cousin and holding a copy of smoke: a london peculiar.
A true classic.
"Then they go to Rough Trade
To buy Siouxsie & the Banshees
They heard John Peel play it
Just the other night"
The moment I took this picture I felt an eerie presence.
Click on the image to get a bigger version.
Back. From London. With a tan the size of Rio. Can you fcuking believe it?
I'm off to London to meet The Champions on Saturday.
Back next week with a bag full of pictures, records and a Championship shirt.
Cheers.