In Sclater Street:
STREET ART TOURS ARE ILLEGAL
YOU COULD BE ARRESTED FINED & OR IMPRISONED
UNDER ANTI-TERROR LAWS*
*OR OUR GENERAL MODUS OPERANDI THAT
IF WE DON’T UNDERSTAND IT WE’LL SHUT IT DOWN ANYWAY
JUST IN CASE
(UNLESS YOU’RE A MEDIA MOGUL OR HAVE SOMETHING ON US OR BOTH)
Because you just can’t be trusted
Here are some notices recorded over the years.
I’m just posting this old entry to check my blog is still working. I had thousands of attacks on my site in the last couple of days (as in April) and had to ask the provider to help restore things, but it looks OK now.
Some observations from my 2016 visit to Germany.
Selection of magazines, I think this was in Nuremberg train station:
Here’s a particular curiosity:
This magazine is not, as you might think, soft porn, it’s a magazine for men who like to cook meat. But perhaps that’s the same thing.
Herlinde Koelbl: photos of Angela Merkel over the years.
There is also Pantone Merkel by Noortje van Eekelen:
See also Andreas Gursky’s painting of the four chancellors.
LATER NOTE: An article in The Guardian showing some of the Herlinde Koelbl photos.
EVEN LATER NOTE: There is also an Instagram account called merkellooks, collecting all kinds of images of Merkel.
This is a Caucasian wingnut tree in the square above Smithfield Car Park, taken in July 2015.
The urban dictionary lists six other meanings. This explains why I did not understand a tweet referring to ‘American wingnut welfare’ today.
Cold War Defence Boom, Shoeburyness.
Time for another local photo. This has been keeping Russian nuclear submarines away since 1944, touch wood. Even its predecessor only suffered from friendly fire. I suppose there is a difference between Pig’s Bay and the Bay of Pigs.
This is a late report from my visit to Germany last October. These are two journeymen. The system apparently exists in France too. I think they’re fully trained, but they then spent three years travelling, never less than 50 km from home, not allowed to drive or use public transport, have mobiles or iPads. Here’s part of a story from the Guardian:
Blacksmith Julian Coode was returning to work after a short tea break. It was a late winter afternoon and the light had faded outside his workshop in Littlebourne, Kent. He and his assistant had been discussing plans for some railings they were commissioned to make, and the forge, unusually, was quiet.
As the men returned to their craft benches, the door flew open. A young man stepped inside wearing a top hat, long black jacket, a white shirt under black corduroy dungarees with large mother-of-pearl buttons, a long twisted cane and a single earring from which hung a tiny key.
He informed his host that he was a Swiss-German blacksmith, named Sebastian Reichlin, and that he had come to stay.
Fortunately for them both, Coode had trained in German-speaking Europe and was familiar with some of the region’s more bizarre customs. He was looking at a travelling journeyman, a craftsman who had served his apprenticeship and was now following tradition by arriving unannounced, to learn from an acknowledged master and to share his hospitality.
Coode, who has four children, says: “I had to phone my wife and ask her to make up a bed in our living room.”
I have rarely seen them. It was good luck that these two walked into my photo when I was taking pictures of people with umbrellas in Nuremberg.
More at BuzzFeed and elsewhere:
German Craftsmen Still Go On Hardcore Medieval Pilgrimages
Annual visit to Barts, annual visit to Postman’s Park:
This is from my card ‘Merry Christmas from Brexit country’, in case you didn’t get a hard copy. The picture was taken in Tawney Common on November 23 this year.
And this is Upminster today. I always want to go out there at night and paint some moustaches on the figures. But there are probably too many surveillance cameras around.