Tuesday, 28 June 2016

A palace of genius, fancy and taste










Its raining. The trains are late. I am sitting waiting for an Edgware train to get to Chalk Farm, but all the trains are going to High Barnett. I am reading a booklet on poems of the underground when a voice from the heavens announces, “ladies and gentlemen wishing to travel on the Edgware line please go to Camden Town and change”. Ah, so thats how I get there. I assume the security team had seen me sitting there whilst all the trains where going by and put an each way bet that I wanted to go to Edgeware. Lucky they did not say “hey, you dopey in the Banksy t-shirt - get on the next train or you will be waiting all day”.

The train whisks me away and I am here, amongst it all in Camden. Being Monday morning its not heaving with people and I can shop in peace and snap up all the goodies I wanted. Now its onwards to do my civic duty.

The city mapper app takes me directly to Australia House on the Strand. With all the other Aussies I run the gauntlet of pamphlet wavers and security team and I am in. I have wanted to check out the inside of this building for ages, but being Australian does not mean you are allowed in the Aussie Embassy. You have to be ‘doing business’ to be admitted. So thats why I decided to vote whilst here rather than before my trip. Fill out forms, wait in lines, get to my booth, now I can check it out. All marble and chandeliers, the stunning marble interior was used as Gringott's Wizarding Bank in the Harry Potter movies.


Righto, lets hot foot it up to Holborn station and get across to the Wallace Collection in time for the tour. The sun is now shining so time for a M&S sandwich and smoothie. There she is my partner in crime walking up the street. Time to go in and be amazed at all the art and collections. So beautiful set inside a mansion, my favourite bit has to be Madame de Pompadour portrait and bedroom furniture. Glad we did the tour and learnt all the funny and interesting stories about how the collection was built and the significance of different time periods and pieces. My non existent French history has now expanded!

P.S. The title is a quote from the British PM, Benjamin Disraeli entry in the visitors book of the Wallace Collection in the 19th century.

Monday, 27 June 2016

Two creative geniuses


Artists at work on Clare Twomey piece 
Nice backyard

Who are these silly tourists trying to
solve the puzzle

Handy tube line, creative genius at either end.

THE mural by Jimmy C (an Aussie)


Non gentrified Brixton

Happening Brixton

Hamburgers, a nice Sunday night treat

Brexit is still the big topic. This classic was quoted in Time Out as one of the most ridiculous things they’ve overheard in London this week.

"If we leave the EU will we still have Nando’s?"

But we have other things to focus on as we have arrived at the William Morris Gallery. William being one of our all time favourite creators, we visited one of his other houses last year. This house is where he lived as a young boy and is now a museum. Its a Georgian house set in a lovely park with each room dedicated to a section of William’s life, from family, to books to socialism. 
The best bit is the artist in residence, the brainchild of Clare Twomey. They have embellished on 68 tiles one of William’s designs.  Over 68 days masters and apprentices apply gold leaf and create a unique art work. Clare’s focus for the work is on the process during the creation of art. She has worked on a lot of other interesting projects, one involved making cups using traditional methods and then each person who received a cup had to sign a legally binding document to keep the cup forever. I have applied to be an apprentice for the day lets see if it works out for one of the days I am here!

Now its time to get back on the Victoria line and go right to the other end, Brixton. The Victoria line is noisy and old but has wonderful tile motifs at each station, my favourite is hard to pick, but I think I will have to settle on the Warren Street maze. As the challenge is to solve the puzzle in 3 minutes, the time between trains. Can we do it? Where does it start, at the top, what are those triangles? Blocked again, no go left, no up. This path is working, this way, that way. Yes we did it! Back onto the train we hop and keep heading for Brixton.

Where is our second creative genius for the day, we are walking up the steps from the underground, trying to figure out which way to go and voila, its straight across the road! A beautiful mural of David Bowie done by and Australian artist, Jimmy C. Much photo snapping to do here. Jane have you got my best angle? What about this pose? She has the patience of a saint. Now I think its time to head for home, but Jane has other ideas and off we go to Electric Avenue. Now Bristol Markets. Now shops! Every (young) girl I have seen since touching down at Heathrow is wearing african style head scarfs and now I am too. 

Jane is hyperventilating, what can she see? Is it David Bowie, no that can’t be right. Is it a shop we like? No. What, what, what I can’t see it. Look up!!! Oh my, its an invader. Score that 50pts thank you! 

Brixton today is a pretty amazing place, massive old worn out buildings that must have been palatial in the 1880’s, downright dodgy areas from the big migrant population that started with the Caribbean's post WW2 and gentrification that is creeping in (much to the dismay of the locals). Every nationality was on the street - except maybe Aussies. 

Time for bed, so tired….. I have a song worm in my head. Oh no, we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue….. Oh no, we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue…..

Sunday, 26 June 2016

Saturday is THE best day in London



Full flight, running late 
Over the English Channel

Mary Smith, political correspondant
Emerging at Leicester Square 
London Pride, lights all changed
around Trafalgar Square

Quiet in the National Gallery compared to outside

Outside, hello Nelson and London Pride

Stik, one of my fav London artists

This bobbie's partner wanted us to kiss for the
 photo, I politely declined

Back together!
Just as we are about to take off the guy next to me gets a photo from his friend enjoying an impromptu street party outside Boris Johnsons house, the FTSE drops 7% and David Cameron resigns. Its all happening in London town. We get to Dubai and the FTSE has dropped 12%. Where will it by the time we get to London?

Will this flight ever end? How long is the line into UK border? Finally I can fall into the waiting arms of Mary and Jeff and off we set to Ladywell Lodge. Jeff expertly guides us through the Saturday morning traffic whilst political correspondent Mary Smith fills me in on all things Brexit and we catch up on family news. 

Its time to setup base camp but there is no dilly dallying I have brought the sunshine and am keen to join the crowds on my fav day of the week in London. Saturday. First job is too add a weekly to my Oyster card. Done. Now to navigate, train, tube change at Green Park, tube, emerge into the masses at Leicester Square. Happy.  Covent Garden beckons. 

I have a bit of spare time before I met Jane so which shop will I go to first. I know Radley, the font of all things in beautiful leather with dog designs added. Look there is a sale on, oh ahhhh. Who’s that saying hello to me. Its Jane! She is early and used her psychic powers to find where I would be! Now the fun can really begin.


Off we go for a late lunch in the sunshine, national art gallery, shops, tea and cake, more shops, say hello to Nelson at Trafalgar Square, see thousands of happy revellers at the pride rally, get caught in the rain and have an all round lovely catchup.  Perfect day. Time for bed. 

P.S. Never did find out what happened with the financial markets, all seems highly irrelevant now that I am in holiday mode.

Friday, 24 June 2016

London calling.....

Everyone always ask what camera I use,
so here it is a Nikon AW130

Kiss, kiss, bye bye Rosco

I am under strict instructions NOT to bring
home any more t-shirts like this.
I think it is a lovely T-shirt???????
The headlines this morning read “Thunderstorms and flash floods cause chaos across Britain”. That sounds like a good time to get on a plane and go for 2 weeks holidays doesn’t it?

Yes, I am off into my fav city again - London. Two weeks of soaking up history, exploring and hanging out with Jane. Pretty excited to take a break from reality!

Now its time to hop on the plane, get settled into my little cocoon for 24 hours and emerge on the other side rested and ready to enjoy. My instructions once settled at Ladywell Lodge are to meet Jane in front of the Apple Store in Covent Garden. How divine!

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

Books set in Malta

Malta is a rock 25km by 6km placed strategically in the middle of the Mediterranean. Over 1000’s of years it has been pillaged and plundered and survived. The strength of Malta is in the ability of the people to adapt to each situation. These books all resonate with the stories of life through the centuries.
My personal connection is that my Dad was born in Malta 80+ years ago. As a young boy he lived thorough WW2, then his family immigrated to Australia. My recent trip was my first experience of Malta and I will be back - its fascinating for history buffs, has that laid back Aussie beach feel and I have wonderful family there.

The Jukebox Queen of Malta by Nicholas Rinaldi


MY RATING: 3.5 of 5
During the sustained bombing of Malta in WW2 Rocco Raven arrives to work as a radio man for the US military. Nothing is as it seems in Malta, his boss, the bombs, the people. Everyone is attempting to make sense of the carnage. After a particularly bad bombing raid Rocco meets Melita and a romance develops. Rocco and Melita's past is revealed as the story moves along up and down the streets of Valletta and through every little village in Melita’s pink hearse. All the time I am wondering will they make it through the war.

This book exposes the underbelly of emotions when people are pushed to the limit of their endurance by death, depravation and destruction. I liked Rocco as a character he is sensitive, all the characters in the book are well developed from the airman surviving on their wits each day doing battle in the skies to the prostitutes looking for a way off the island. I found it hard to comprehend how people made it through the war. I did not find the book as enjoyable as other reviewers online as there certainly is a lot of agony going around, however it is a first rate story.

Death in Malta by Rosanne Dingli 


MY RATING: 3 of 5
Gregory Worthington is a writer that escapes to Malta to write a new book, he rents a house in a small village and quickly gets caught up in the past lives of the people who used to live in the house. The story focuses on the disappearance of a little boy many years ago.  Gregory’s growing obsession about the house and the little boy gradually unravels as Gregory’s life takes a turn for the better.
Written by an Australian, I really enjoyed the view point of the main character Gregory an Australian writer, experiencing life in Malta in the modern times. How the locals spoke, the beliefs and customs, compared to what we are used to. The book is a bit hard to follow at times with the writing changing from the first person to others and lots of unnecessary going backwards and forwards in the timeline on the same day. However overall I found it a good story and enjoyable.


The Kappillan of Malta by Nicholas Monserrat


MY RATING: 4.5 of 5
Father Salvatore is humble parish priest with a regular routine of rebuilding his church, looking after his flock and his weekly visits to his mother. All this changes early one morning as he is walking up the steps from Lascaris Wharf and the first bombs of WW2 are dropped. From here on Father Salvatore and his trusty side kicks Nero and Rafel help the poor, displaced and downright frightened struggle through.

The story effortlessly folds between the centuries of history with compassion and understanding. I cant say enough about this book, I loved it and will read it again. The book covers every bit of Maltese history to date, sensitively through the lens of WW2 and the current day. If you only read one book set in Malta this is my top pick. 





The Ship by C.S. Forester


MY RATING: 3.5 of 5
The Mediterranean is awash with the dangers during WW2. In this book the British Navy ship, HMS Artemis is escorting a British convey with essential supplies to Malta. They encounter the Italian Navy and the story closely follows the each step of the battle weaving in and out of the lives and roles of each of the men. The Sunday Times writes it up as ‘one of the most vivid accounts of a modern battle at sea ever written’.

To me Forester deftly demonstrates how a navy ship is the sum of all its parts and reliant on the men, that operate design and command. Published in 1943 the descriptive style might be a bit old fashioned for modern tastes, however I liked the emotion dripping from each page and gaining the understanding of what motivated each man internally. Based on the real life exploits of HMS Penelope, I would recommend for those enjoy naval stories. Forester is the author of many stories, including the Hornblower series and The African Queen.



Faith Hope and Charity by Kenneth Poolman


MY RATING: 3.5 of 5
This is the true story of Faith Hope and Charity, three planes that played a pivotal part in the siege of Malta during WW2. The biplanes where old and outdated but that did not stop them putting up a fight against the Italian airforce.

“We flew in on 7th June. It was like waking from a sweet dream into the heart of an earthquake. Scared? You never got time to be scared on Malta. What a show! Bombs whistling around your ears, Spits and Me’s weaving all over the sky, and once in a while some poor devil who hadn’t kept his tail clean spinning down in flames.”

First published in 1954 the book captures the efforts of the pilots, mechanics and military leaders, using every trick in the book to keep the planes in the air and making a difference to the overall outcome of WW2. Mussolini said he would take Malta in a day, how wrong can a man be. The tone is typical of its time and very poetic, this book is definitely one for air buffs to enjoy.

New copies of this book sell for $2,000+ alas my copy is from 1974 and was found in a long forgotten drawer in the family home. It is dog eared, musty and faded. There is an interesting blog post about the current state of the one surviving bi-planes, Faith and the efforts to restore her.

Sword and the Scimitar by David Ball


MY RATING: 4.5 of 5
Two ordinary maltese children, Maria and Nico end up leading extraordinary lives during the violent religious crusades of the 16th century. The book starts out when the youngest child, Nico is abducted by slavers from the cliffs of Malta. The story then spends 20 years around various ports of the Mediterranean, travels over to Paris, vividly captures the life of the knights in Malta and has a climatic ending with the Great Siege of 1565. It’s a hard book to put down.


Overall its an epic tale with romance, action and history all rolled in together. Delving into times I know so little about - turks, knights, Ottoman empire and Paris in the 16th century. The story delivers fascinating insights into these times. Both Nico and Maria became so real to me that during the great siege I even felt like I was fighting for my life.







Sunday, 19 July 2015

New street art installation

Original location 

Mystery man prepping for reinstallation

Sneaking into new location

Where is this?
The final piece

The old Tooths brewery behind work has been gradually changed from a hole in the ground to shopping centre and apartment blocks over the last few years. The last piece of the puzzle of this gentrification of daggy old central is the removal of the wall along William Street, Chippendale. The wall had quite a few good street art pieces, by Will Coles. Unbeknownst to me Tash, a friend at work hassled the workmen for three days to secure this piece for me!

A big thanks to Tash for her never give up, I can do anything attitude to life!

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Heading home

Can barely fit into my room to sleep

The annual hissy fit over packing

Sitting on the bag, helps, sort of
25 days of exploring and learning are over. Sob. Its time to suspend fantasy land and return to reality.
The current temperature in London is 35 degrees and I am sweating trying to get stuff shoved into my bags. Remind me again why Jane let me buy a floor mat and gum boots?
The 2015 treasure haul includes a rather modest 8 books, about 50 new items of clothing and a tonne of art postcards. We have done everything from shopping to sailing, visited roman villas and the Ritz, eaten cod and chips and currywurst. The number 1 treasure has to be needles medal for conquering the chairlift.
Happy to be going home to Stephen and Rosco, see most of you soon!