The Smoke

Going to London makes you realise just how small central Manchester is, and how little interesting stuff we have. Round every corner there's something else to look at and admire. History pours out of the walls.

                                         
This is where the news comes from - the headquarters of The Times. A good insight into working for a big paper.
                                                        
Tate Modern. I expected great things of the turbine hall, but there was nothing in it.

 The view from the balcony. Magnificent. Saw one of the resident peregrines too.
Outside No. 10. That bloke with the placards that you always see walking behind (insert name of lying sack of shit politician here) is keeping his options open.

Protesters outside the Houses of Parliament. Someone else getting shafted. Still, as long as George Osborne can find another billion for tax cuts for bankers, all's well with the world, eh? - No plebs allowed this side!
        the view from the waterbus between Tate Britain and Tate Modern. Well worth a fiver.







More dazzle paint!

I was laid low by backache by this time, so had to bail out the next morning. This meant that I missed the linotype workshop, which I was looking forward to. Bummer. Still, good trip.