Walking Commentary
Thoughts and cycling from Manchester to Rome in 2023
I stumbled over a few cartes-de-visite recently without realising what they were. I hadn’t realised that Parisians and Victorians (and the rest of the world) exchanged photographic portraits as calling cards.
Gamuts and Profiles
What a session I just had. It wasn’t with with a physiotherapist though my neck and shoulder do need some relieving manipulation. Nor a dentist though my teeth were damagingly clenched for a few hours. Nor a psychologist even though I needed to talk with someone to excise the stress induced by printing. No, my session was with a helpline Ian who checked and approved my work and provided me a discount for a print run that needs to be reprinted.
It was great to see a book leave the house but shortly afterwards, the doorbell didn’t ring. It’s been disconnected for several weeks pending replacement that is suffering from Brexit. Our priorities are maintained, the bell may be delayed but our book supply is not.
Wikipedia says ‘Zlatan Ibrahimović is a Swedish professional footballer who plays as a striker for Serie A club Milan. Ibrahimović is widely regarded as one of the best strikers in the past 20 years.’
I just found a note, sent by young man who could not have known it would be a much older man who read it. Like a message in a bottle, it was just a scrap in a box that has floated around the world, following me since I wrote it in 1987.
I walked from Westminster to Primrose Hill on this date in 2019. I walked past Regents Park Zoo, drug dealers and The Beatles’ Apple Studios. I didn’t see any tourists searching for Freud, apart from me. Over by Abbey Road, the street was alive with people taking selfies on one of the most famous pedestrian crossings in the world.
