Last Friday evening the distinct waft of bbq deliciousness and booming speakers was my cue to leave the office. That’s one of the bonuses of having a roof top garden on your building.
Unfortunately I missed out on a tasty burger from Meat Wagon as the queue was a tad too long for me to make it in time for a date with my cutie god daughter.
If you’re in the E8 area in the next few weeks though, pop in and visit; it’s dead nice.
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Garden Opening Times: Monday – Friday 09:00 – 23:00, Sat 13:00 – 24:00, Sun 13:00 – 22:00
Bar Opening Times: Monday – Thursday 17:00 – 23:00, Sat 13:00 – 24:00, Sun 13:00 – 22:00
Published by the stella Soul Jazz Records, this book promises an insight into a cultural event unblighted by threats of gentile Hyde Park routes and fizzy drinks sponsorship.
The Black Atlantic crew are going in hard this coming Saturday with Detroit legend Moodymann, the mighty Joy Orbison & guests at a secret location somewhere in Londinium.
When you’ve quality like these artists on DJ duties, a little bit of secrecy adds to the mystique, not to mention demand. Needless to say, tickets are running out fast, so you know what to do.
There’s something about the idea of Refugee Week that sticks in my craw like a fish bone: a bit like Black History Month in fact. Namely because the history of this country – and most countries for that matter – is either a history of immigration, or of people having sought refuge.
By virtue of such uncomfortable truths, these stories are an integral – not exclusive – part of a nations narrative. If I see another campaign talking about the virtues of Mary Seacole, someone’s going to get it up the seacole.
If you’re going to broach the subject of refugees contribution to a nation, then you had better say something interesting. Thankfully, these posters for Refugee Week manage to do that.
There’s something eerily magical about the work of Christoph Morlinghaus. Sometimes sparse, sometimes vast, but always rich, his still shots often leave me with the feeling that someone has just left the room. For this post though, I want to focus on these almost futuristic church interiors.
I’m not what you might call a religious man, but when I saw these images I became a believer in both the power of divine composition and very, very big collection plates.
I’ll tell what I think shall I? Well when you’ve got a product – or in this case a browser – that’s generally 5 years behind the rest of the industry standard, then to have the balls to think that the interweb using populous have been waiting eagerly for the revamp of a dinosour is more than ballsy, it’s laughable, as confirmed by the ironically titled launch site www.beautyoftheweb.com.
Tyrannosaus Rex may have developed slightly longer arms, but the marketing surrounding the launch of Internet Explorer 9 comes across as smug and poorly delivered as the product is behind the times.
Welcome to 2011 IE9. See you in 2024 IE10. By which time browsers will probably have wings.
