London Lives

Off to the supermarket to pick up things for dinner later (I’m grappling with pastry again for the first time in years…) This took me past the utterly splendid St Mellitus Church, a big beautiful and civic-looking building that rather emerges  from nowhere on Tollington Park. Further down this road is another smaller-scale lovely church and then we get to the Big Houses. These are big slightly shambolic-looking terraces, all red brick , numerous storeys and roomy. Lovely. In the autumn, all the leaves gather in nooks around the gardens and the chequerboard paths, then swoop back out at you, making you feel as though you’re in a street near the end of the world.

For the second time is as many days I have seen (different) women with a butterfly wing tattooed on each breast. Presumably the wings come together depending on how she wears her cleavage. It looks foul.

I’ve remembered that yesterday Mark Gatiss from the League of Gentlemen sat behind me on the No 19 bus, getting on at Charing Cross. I loved those splendid dark series and his work on Crooked House, shown on the BBC last Christmas. The recent Psychoville was hilarious and dark and captured much that the third series of LoG didn’t. I would still love them to make a prequel to the first two series, though.

And ON EDIT (20.59): the pastry dishes turned out a treat. I am v chuffed.