'What's the point of it?' Martin Creed, The Hayward Gallery

Mentioning the balloons first is perhaps a catastrophic error,

LIFESTYLE: The London Marathon

Part of the reason I was in London over the weekend was to go to the marathon. It began here for us, on a corner somewhere near mile 21, with cider and a fully charged camera. 

LIFESTYLE: Wanderlusting

“The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.”

Stephen Fry.

I spent the weekend in the mongrel mouthful, the proudly barbaric, deeply civilised, common yet royal, sacred yet profane London.

LS ARTS: OVERTIME- Art and the Office

OVERTIME pitches the bureaucratic environment of the archetypal office against the demiurgic context of the gallery.