They should require smoking in all bars. The haze of smoke softens people's features, which is something most people need if we are going to be forced to look at them. Plus, it diminishes the sensitivity of the olfactory glands, which is a godsend if we are going to have to sit in proximity to one another.

I got a cab back from Carnival. From his number, the driver must have qualified about eight months before me, and his route was full of little touches as to how to avoid traffic lights and traffic in general. A thinking cab driver. It's pressure when you get a big group, requiring more than one cab to the same place, as it was from St. Pancras to Hyde Park Gate. Two very different routes are reasonable, but I won by a good couple of minutes. "Did ya go through the park?", the other driver asks. "Nah", that was the too clever route.

Not ten yards away, an 84-year old Ian McKellen is on stage, in a SOME PEOPLE ARE GAY. GET OVER IT. t-shirt, and hey, sign me up for all of it, except there is an unacknowledged prejudice against ex-convicts out there too. "Hey, Charlie, you think the bad people are in charge?" my friend, colleague and PhD examiner Ralph once asked. Maybe I do. He arranged two academic work contracts for me in New York, which regrettably I was unable to fulfill, and we lost contact, Ralph, because I'd had enough of the absurdity of the situation; it was never because I didn't like you, respect you, or didn't appreciate what you, alone, tried to do for me.

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This thread is good!

Thanks, LirvA. Welcome aboard.

What's it like being a Taxi Driver? I'm obsessed with that movie! Have you seen it? Do you relate at all to the character?

It's relentless. It's like Wizard says.

Shoot, that's why they call me the wizard!

Dude do you know the real reason Travis went nuts???


He was driving Charles Manson around every other night and listening to everything he was saying!

No, it was roadworks that pushed him over the edge. I can guarantee it.

There's something of the Holden Caulfield about Travis. This is Marty's homage to The Catcher in the Rye.

Can I assume that the orange cone/barrier people are the hardest working people in your neck of the world?

You can assume anything in logic, Brian.

My good friend Terry died today, out of the blue, although I’d seen him once in the past ten years. I’d known him vaguely from school since I was about 11, but I knew him better when we later had Saturday jobs at Tesco in Edmonton. At 20, he went and dug the Duke of Beaufort’s grave up on Christmas Day, got arrested with the wooden cross that was above the coffin underneath his bed in his bedsit in Tottenham, but some liberal judge only gave him two years for it. It was a sick thing to do, but I can’t help liking the FU-ness of it. He was naturally above average at football, golf, tennis, table tennis, and chess, but not as above average as he thought. You were a bad influence on me. His brother Paul rang me with the news. Said he was there at the end and played him some Leonard Cohen.

Sorry to hear that, charlie. Hope you're able to remember the good times.

Yeah, being young, first drinks, first smokes, there's a group and some you get along with better than others, and what is that? One time he had the tickets to see the Damned and we arranged to meet at Seven Sisters station, but there are two different entrances to the station, and it was a terrific gig, apparently.

Well, that is one of the main downsides of having friends. Sorry for your loss, man.

In my late 20s I did an MSc in computing, which I knew was my final shot at doing something in life, and I threw myself into it. I forget the exact sequence of events, but this was around the time Terry was living in Manchester, just up from Moss Side, which was not a safe area at that time. I visited him there one weekend. He was living among a bunch of animal rights hippies, and not long afterwards ended up in Strangeways. Anyhow, I was walking home to my bedsit in Turnpike Lane one evening, and there he was walking up the road looking for me. I’ve found this cafe in Camden where they have a chess tournament on a Friday evening, he said. Let’s go. I didn’t want to go, because it was getting towards the exams, but as usual I ended up tagging along. Into the cafe we walked, and you could tell they weren’t keen on allowing two noob strangers in their tournament. First match I was up against Bob Wade, twice British Champion and, I think, one of Fischer’s seconds for the Spassky match. And by some crazy miracle I drew with him, in a 15-minute game. It was a terrific game too: he had to promote a pawn to a knight rather than a queen in order to avoid getting checkmated, and I also missed a mate in two, which was via a subtle, waiting move, which in severe time-trouble I missed. Acceptance in the cafe after that, although neither of us did well in the remaining games.

Well that obviously didn’t work because I read an article recently about the India Clubs impending closure.

Another unshowy old London landmark disappears forever and with it a small piece of London’s understated charm.

I heard that too.

Adieu, India Club.

Start a USA club. Met up on Sundays and watch football and baseball and drink ice cold beer.

The Vienna hotel, 158 Sutherland Avenue, Maida Vale. Alphon was the main suspect and that's how they got to Hanratty?? I looked in on it recently and it's somehow still bedsitland, despite the rest being as intended an inter-war playground for the nouveau riche. I like Maida Vale and I don't mind driving about it, once one has mastered all the Randolphs, and I like St. Saviour's church too; it is the defining essence of Warwick Avenue.

You ought to conduct architectural tours of London. All the pix that you post are stunning. Everything from churches to monuments to subway mosaics. I'm going to start saving my pennies and find a cheap flight on Icelandic.

It's true, I could probably start true crime tours, or popular music tours, or Sherlock Holmes tours, all conducted by a genuine black cab driver, and make some money. But in my view, the only thing that matters is the foundations of geometry, and all else is bullshit.

Agree completely.