And then there are the days when you have far too many ideas for blogposts, but none of them seem interesting enough for a wider audience, so you stop writing after 100 words and move on to the next...
• I went to see more of the London Festival of Architecture at the weekend. You're not surprised, are you? Events were centred round the back of the British Museum in Montague Place, where a black raised walkway had been installed along the street. And what could visitors see from up there? A slightly elevated view of a backstreet containing a stage, a bar, and a bit of grass on the road. I endeavoured to be impressed, but I failed. The wooden Swoosh Pavilion in Bedford Square was more interesting, but there was nothing here to hold my attention for long...
• There may not be homeboys partying down Campbell Road, but Bow is celebrating its first number one hit single. The very local Dylan Mills (aka Dizzee Rascal) has topped the charts with his patently misspelt "Dance Wiv Me", on downloads only. Catchy little number, innit? The underlying beats come not from an 80s sample, as is so often the case these days, but from Scottish tunesmith Calvin Harris (so that's a first number one hit single for Dumfries too). Don't be put off by the tacky video packed with bling-bedecked babes, just enjoy the pulsing synth and DR's verbal dexterity...
• I wish I hadn't tidied up my flat over the weekend. I shuffled various piles of paper out of the way before my family came to visit, and now I can't quite remember which documents were the important ones. I'm sure I had a standing order somewhere, and an RSVP invitation, and a useful brochure, and a scribbled down web address, and a utility bill, and probably more. They used to be lying around on the top of various separate piles and now, in my hurry, they've all been shuffled into a single heap of mixed importance. Must untidy soon...
• I know you don't really care, but yes I now have two new bus routes passing my door – the 425 and 488. Both services are presently being shunned by the majority of the travelling public. Maybe these non-passengers are creatures of habit, maybe they can’t read the information posters at bus stops, or maybe the new buses just don’t go where they want to go. I suspect the latter. I've already seen elderly shoppers sitting patiently in the bus shelter outside Bromley-by-Bow Tesco waiting for an old S2 that'll never come. I do hope they got their shopping home eventually...
• Yesterday afternoon I was lured along to the re:fresh Festival taking place along the Regent's Canal in Islington. Very few, it seems, were tempted alongside me. The towpath was mostly empty, bar the usual joggers, dog walkers and drunkards. Stewards guided nobody at all towards overlooked attractions. Policemen watched out for non-existent crowd disturbance. The London Sinfonietta performed to an audience of barely anyone. A handful of hardy souls sheltered from blustery downpours inside a not-quite-interesting watertower. Organisers might blame the rain, but I blame the peripheral location. Have local developers Argent over-estimated the potential of their planned regeneration hub?
• I've broken the plastic door handle on my fridge. I tried supergluing it back together and leaving it to set, but no luck. The door seal is extremely strong, which would normally be a good thing, but one tug and it's snapped again. The freezer bit is fine, but the fridge door is buggered. So now I'm stuck having to open the edge of the fridge with my fingertips every time I want a cup of tea. Maybe I need to hint to my landlord to go and get me a new fridge. Or maybe I just need stronger glue...
