Seven Seven, Eight Fifty

The BBC have produced a beautiful and sad documentary to mark the seven year anniversary of the London bombings: One Day in London. This terrible event has personal resonances for me, as I was living, as I do now, in Aldgate – site of one of the three explosions on the underground. This poem, writtenContinue reading “Seven Seven, Eight Fifty”

The Office

After working from a tiny desk squeezed into the corner of my living room for the past two and a half years, I have finally moved into my first proper office. It’s on Aldgate High Street, only a few minutes walk from where I live. It’s great and, remarkably, in a seventeenth century, timber-framed building.Continue reading “The Office”

Clapham Junction – Aldgate

It all started in Europe’s busiest railway station, a kind of troglodytic labyrinth: sixteen lines, no way out. You enter, as I did, through a grossly underwhelming shopping arcade, glorified thoroughfare. Whitewashed corridors lead inside and then up. A vast runway of tracks and platforms, a boy in a blue tracksuit spitting at the rails,Continue reading “Clapham Junction – Aldgate”