Friday, 13 July 2007

I love a good list

There is a tradition, started by the occasionally fine Ally Ross, and pathetically mimicked by the rarely sort-of-readable-but-only-because-I-am-obsessed-with-reading-TV-reviews, Ian Hyland, of the random irritations/random gold listings.

Referring back to my previous post about coffee shops (I love self-referencing almost as much as I love lists) and to my previous post about the sudden appearance of a group of naked women on a bus (well, I did say...) I wanted to compile a list of random irritations about living in London, along with a list of random goodness about the same subject. Given the moebian nature of the web these days, I have no doubt that most (if not all) of the items listed will be instant old hat. But who cares, right? So here goes:

Random Irritations

Escalator (and even more so – bus) queue jumpers. There is a line!


Tube loiterers blocking corridors while staring open-mouthed at directional signage

Automated announcements on tube trains ("Please remember to take all your belongings with you when leaving the train at this station.")

No sleeping signs in shop windows

No drinking signs in parks

No smoking signs in shops where nobody has EVER smoked and where nobody ever WILL smoke.

Brass hat bullshit.

Over-enthusiastic chuggers (all chuggers)

Locked squares for residents only

The smell of McDonalds

The smell of Subway. Subway in general. Six inch or foot long? Cheese on both sides? Honey mustard dressing? WTF?

New Kent Road

Brewery Road

Random gold

Cycling through Regents Park in the morning (not in the evening)

Cycling over the Millennium bridge

Encountering good tube etiquette (is there no such thing as a bus alternative?)

The smell of the tube (really!)

The smell of a good greasy spoon. A good greasy spoon (strictly speaking, this is an Oswestry reference, but I just had to put it in) in general. Fresh crusty bread, nicely done bacon, an excellent cup of tea. Lovely.

Football matches in Finsbury Park (OK, so this is Hackney Marshes, but I couldn't find any pictures of a match in Finsbury Park)

The City of London dragons

The accordion player I once heard playing near the Pirate Castle on the canal in Camden. Beautiful, haunting sounds that echoed around on a Sunday morning.


Turnagain Lane

Old Pye Street

Cold Bath Square

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