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Lockdown Eases: 4th July

Lockdown Eases: 4th July

  • It’s Super Saturday or Independence Day for drinkers. Pubs reopen at 6am.
  • Recently a major incident was declared by police following mobs of crowds going to beaches. Not sure why the government chose a Saturday to throw open the doors to the UK’s thirsty drinkers. Seems at best unwise.
  • But then again as my friend James O’Brien just tweeted: ‘No air bridges, no app, the third highest death toll *in the world* & no end in sight… No wonder they’ve opened the pubs’.
  • Took the bike through the West End and up to Regents Park this morning.
  • I’d say about 60% of shops were open but almost no customers except for barbers and hairdressers. Short line outside the Apple Store. Lots of shop workers chatting on the pavement.
London Zoo is open
  • Like everybody else I made sourdough. Friend and neighbour Richard dropped off the ‘starter’ and this is the result. Upside: tastes good. Downside: takes about a week to produce. Sourdough need to call in the time and motion consultants.
  • Zoom has taken over the world. All my business meetings and chats with friends are now Zoomers. They need to re-release the Aretha Franklin song ‘Who’s zooming who?’
Old Vic, New Vic is online
  • Last night we watched a play broadcast from the Old Vic. It came delivered by, you guessed it, Zoom.
  • The play Lungs by Duncan MacMillan stars Claire Foy (the Queen) and Matt Smith (Dr Who). An amazing, socially distanced two hander which I urge you to watch. It’s a torrent of dialogue; you are drenched in words. Claire Foy’s character is incredibly irritating, has no self-awareness, is deeply moving and hilarious all mixed up in the space of ninety minutes. Matt’s character has no emotional intelligence, but great hair. So strange to watch live theatre on a computer.
Home front

Home front

All the places I’ve lived in London

In the Autumn of 1977, I moved to London; I was 23 years old. I’ve lived here ever since except for an eight-year stint in Asia from 2007. During lockdown I’ve been roaming about on my bike taking pictures of the very different, almost empty, London that has appeared before us.

To set myself a goal I decided to visit all six addresses I’ve called home since I arrived in the capital and take a picture of myself in front of them. This is my home front, together with a little story or two.

Royal College Street, Camden N1 0RY

Full of fear and trepidation the decision was taken to move from Cropredy, a little village just outside Banbury in Oxfordshire, to London. We moved to a house share with my old friend James (well he’s old now) and various other young people kick starting their lives. The house had central heating which I’d never experienced before. James and I played bar billiards at the Old Eagle round the corner. The place wasn’t that much to look at then, but it looks in a right state now.

Broadhurst Gardens, West Hampstead NW6 3BE

After a year in Camden the first wife and I decided to rent in West Hampstead. We bought our first VHS video recorder. The night we got it, I managed to spill a glass of wine directly into the front where you loaded the tape. It had to be replaced, as indeed did the marriage.

Dukes Avenue, Muswell Hill N10 2PU

We bought this house for the princely sum of £84,000. I know this sounds like nothing now, but honestly at the time it was a king’s ransom; an unimaginable sum. We could only afford it because of generous help from the in-laws. The marriage broke down, I took to running around Alexandra Palace and ran away in 1983.

Ardleigh Road, Hackney N1 4HS

This one-bedroom flat cost me £15,000 in 1984. I had huge amounts of fun here for around ten years. It’s where I learnt to be young again. Flo did my ironing. When I went back to take this picture she was there, now 86 years old.

St Pauls Road Islington N1 2LJ

I owned a recording studio in St Pauls Road, hence the flat in Ardleigh Road. As you can see it’s now a Thai Restaurant. I didn’t live here, though there were some long nights. The studio was called the Red Shop and I ran it from 1980 to 1990 when I set out to do other things. My assistant was Robert Di Giuseppe, AKA Brains. Where is he now? I met some of my closest friends here, many of whom are my friends to this day.

Ufton Road N1 4HE

The future Mrs Preen decided that living in a one bed flat with me was more than any sane person could bear; we needed a house. I put the word out and wide-boy Barry stopped by and said words to the effect, yeah might have something. A day later he said pay £2k to this housing association and a house in highly desirable De Beauvoir can be yours for £400 a month. We didn’t ask too many questions. ABC News sent me skimming round the world and Mrs Preen worked her way around the national newspapers.

London SW8

In 2001 we bought this house from one of Mrs Preen’s colleagues on her majesty’s Daily Express. It was derelict; we did it up. We got married and our daughter was born in 2003. We moved to Thailand in 2007 and came back in 2014. We are about to do the house up again. This is home.

Lockdown Lowdown 15.5.20

Lockdown Lowdown 15.5.20

  • This lockdown is a bit like those magnificent men in their flying machines, sometimes you feel up-tiddly-up and then down-tiddly-down.
  • Jack Daniel’s can help.
  • Having just returned from a bike ride around Hyde Park on a beautiful spring morning I’m definitely on the up-tiddly-up side of things.
  • One day my lovely London will return, just been put in the deep freeze. Despite being 20c today
  • Stat attack 1: Only 24 new reported cases of C-19 in London yesterday, down-tiddly-down from 200,000 daily cases in March.
  • Stat attack 2: Around 7.5 million people in the UK have been furloughed. If you combine that figure with those who work in the public sector the government is now paying the wages of almost half the working population.
  • As you can see, I now have a matching mask and hat combo. So important to remain stylish in these trying times.
  • Gentlemen, if you want the essential Lockdown Look then support a British business and click here.
  • The firm I work for is closing their offices in Holborn on Sunday. Going in to collect my bit and pieces. Working from home from now on. Still have a job, hurrah!
  • Bingeing on Ozark, the sleeziest, shadiest most squalid money laundering box set on Netflix. Required viewing for a certain warped kind of viewer.




Lowdown on the lockdown 10.5.20

Lowdown on the lockdown 10.5.20

  • Preen Sunday walk down the deserted South Bank.
  • Bumped into Gary filming a live and stand up for NBC.
  • Watched an episode of the Repair Shop. Required viewing in time of stress.
  • PM making announcement tonight where the words change from Stay at Home to Stay Alert.
  • Some criticism that this is confused messaging from Number 10.
  • Weather turned cold at about lunchtime. Down to 14C.
  • Back up to the loft for me and more rummaging.IMG_2709
  • Found some old photos.
  • The one on the left is me in Nashville recording a Billie Jo Spears album sometime in the dim and distant 80s.
  • Writing this upstairs in the office…
  • Cake smells emanating from the kitchen. This is good news.
  • Indian curry for supper tonight, also good news.
  • Back on the 5/2 diet tomorrow, less good news.