I just can't believe how long it has been since I blogged.
the summer has flown past - we have had the Olympics and the Jubilee and our family have been fully involved in all of it. No pint in recounting our experiences.
I am not so sure what I think of it all- the city has felt so different and I vary between thinking how amazing it all was and then how phoney it seemed at times. As if we were in the last days of our civilization and one last blast and then the banks, churches, parliament would all fall to dust- as I walk past the huge office blocks around here-seeing people peering at screens producing nothing we can see directly- the huge church of Spitalfields towering over Brushfield street, the bus that pulls up most nights to feed the psychotic and alcoholic in the shadow of that great edifice.
Since the Olympics ended there have been signs of this area failing. At least four shops in the Mall that they call Spitalfields market have closed- Adnams of Suffolk gone, ChiChi boutique closed and windows covered in brown paper- handbag shop packed their bags a week ago and Nigel Hall menswear in the corner of the market closed this week. The Sunday markets seem very much quieter and our stall we rented a few weeks ago was mostly visited by people sheltering from the rain. The market authorities try to hide it by putting up art galleries in the empty shops- just an alternative to Sue Ryder of PDSA
Maybe we have just come to our senses and stopped buying a load of tat that nobody needs.
Friday, 14 September 2012
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