So lazy London Underground workers decide to strike for a few days but then realise that after a day or so they're only wasting our time and theirs so they go back to work.
Fine by me I couldn't be bothered. Infact it gives me an excuse to use the car.
The car has air-conditioning and a shuttle which means you can listen to a range of songs as loudy as you like while still keeping cool (in all senses of the word).
Just to be really spiteful I make sure that whenever I'm stopped, I rev the car a few times just to emit extra noxious gases into the atmosphere.
This will simply hasten the demise of the polar bears which I will then casually blame striking Tube workers for. Fuck 'em.
Moving on...(or not)
My route home in the car takes me past a shop I have passed for nearly four years. I have always gone by and wondered who would ever shop at such a bizarre store in such an unusual spot in London?
It's nestled at the bottom of a run-down 1920s office block and because the products it sells are so peculiar, I imagine that it's actually been shut-down some time ago.
Nearly eight years ago all the land-line numbers in London changed, so Inner London dialling codes went from being 0171 to 0207.
As if still living in years past this shop's sign still has a 0171 number displayed.
Every Sunday I get a stack of newspapers to read and it's usually on Tuesday or Wednesday that I actually get around to paging through them.
Last night I'm having a flick through the Sunday Times Style magazine and see a piece about the "iconic" interior designer David Collins.
Paragrah two: "Collins is simply great company. He was one of just a handful of people who helped Madonna celebrate her 49th birthday recently. And what present did he give the Material Girl?
'An accordion from a little shop in Kilburn.'"
Today, on my way home I stopped, got out and took a picture of what is now my favourite shop in London.
To think that one of Britain's most-renowned designers traipsed down a filthy side-street in Kilburn to this shop to buy Madonna her birthday present.
I was tempted to go in and have a look but decided to press on home.
Inside I suspect there's a short, balding, grey old man, hunched over a desk madly tuning his accordions.
This is why I love London.
Wednesday 5 September 2007
Kilburn cool
Written by Bobby Vanquish at around 16:34
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4 comments:
Do you think you should tell her?
What? That her birthday present came from some bizarre little shop in a peculiar part of London?
Nah.
And as soon as she found out, she'd buy up all the accordions in the shop, use them on her next album and commercialise the whole thing.
I assure you he wouldn't have set foot in kilburn unless it was completely necessary - he'll either have sent a PA or used their suprisingly good (considering the shop sign and target demographic) website http://www.accordionsoflondon.com/
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chabang: don't widdle on my dream! yeah, they're website is er... surprisingly good, considering. But fuck me - £3,000 (about $6,000) for an accordion for you to annoy peope while busking on the Tube is a lot of moola. No wonder they're so grateful when you throw them money. How many 2 pence pieces makes up £3k?
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