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Bankers winter

November 10, 2011

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The slow motion train crash that is the Eurozone is happening before us.  Berlusconi is finally gone – but is he really gone?  Greece is trying to hold it together, while Germany holds out on measures which might pull them all out of a hole. The EU has dramatically reduced growth projections but was that […]

What’s next?

October 29, 2011

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I am sitting in a clean house.  Bliss!  The day has been spent vacuuming and washing floors, tidying and generally doing the purging of all things grimy from the house.  There is nothing like having a good old clean-out!  And now as I take a breath before our dinner guests arrive, I am thinking about […]

Wall Street Crapshoot

October 13, 2011

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If you read the news from the States, the  The Occupy Wall Street movement, beginning with a sit-in at Wall Street, is acting as a touch-paper for widespread anger at the people, institutions and decision-making that has led the US into a spiral of economic despair.  This is clearly nagging at something deep within the […]

Synchonicity talking

October 10, 2011

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Yesterday I happily wrote my blog about London – about the morphology of London.  I talked about two Londons – one based around the ancient routes between London’s villages, and the other based on newer ways to traverse London. I talked about how these two cultures, geographies and experiences could be two different worlds. Next […]

New London morphologies

October 9, 2011

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I drove today for the first time in five months. I drove in a city I have barely driven in before.  Today is Sunday.  A day when people used to choose to go for a drive.  A Sunday Drive.  Having hired a car, my partner and I set out on on our Sunday Drive.  We […]

Fantasy boat

September 29, 2011

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The sound is everywhere.  In every crevice, bouncing off the walls, the windows, the carriage floor, its roof.  Each body seems to vibrate with sound – held together by thin skin and clothing.  To guard against the buffeting I close my eyes, finding an indeterminate place, a waiting room of sorts.  When I dare open […]