Re-watching the classic episode of Jon Ronson’s For the love of Princess Diana Conspiracies to see if my memory of what heard when I first watched the show late one night was correct or not – this section on the historical resonances and psychogeography of Paris stuck out.
One of the unavoidable themes that emerged schlepping around London for the walks in This Other London was the relationship between London suburbia and sitcoms. Here’s Wolfie Smith and the Tooting Popular Front in the 70’s classic Citizen Smith.
How many places in this video can you name?
Made this yesterday as soon as I got back from a week in Southwold.
Music: El Reloj by Jvenes y Sexys
Popped into Church Lane Community Garden last weekend and spotted this ingenious set-up they’ve got for heating water for washing up and making tea
Yesterday I decided to tackle the video footage accumulated on the 10 walks I did for my book, This Other London – adventures in the overlooked city (published in September by HarperCollins).
I laid all four hours of rushes down on a timeline. The very last clip was shot by my wife through the front window of a number 145 bus as we trundled down Eastern Avenue from Ilford approaching Redbridge Roundabout. I hadn’t looked at this clip before as it was after the last walk had ended and we were making our way home – a part of the journey not included in the book.
As Final Cut rendered the footage (it was a different frame rate to the rest of the timeline) it played the clip back much slower than real-time and I noticed a strange light in the corner of the frame near the end of the clip. Assuming it was a reflection in the window I went back through the clip – there was no reflection in the glass. I went through the clip frame by frame till I was convinced that it was indeed a fast moving light across the skyline at sunset. But what was it?
I posted it on Youtube & Twitter yesterday and comments seem to suggest it’s either a shooting star, a meteorite or perhaps space debris. Nobody seems to think it’s a UFO sadly. I’d been to the three places you’re most likely to get abducted by aliens in London – Woolwich, Clapham Common, and Walthamstow – and not seen a single ET or funny light in the sky. Were a group of narcissistic Greys trying to get a mention on the final page? Probably not. But the plausible explanations are cosmic enough for me.
I like the idea that the end of my year-long journey exploring some of the regions of ‘overlooked’ London was marked by a shooting star in the skies over Leytonstone.