General Lying-In Hospital

Like The Polstar* who added this fabulous little find to the Flickr pool, I wouldn’t mind being admitted to this Waterloo hospital on occasion! Anyone else?

This is ideal for me at the moment

Now the question is: Do they do breakfast in bed?

(Apparently, it came about in 1767 after a proposal from the “man mid-wife” Dr. John Leake that suggested something “for the Relief of those Child-bearing Women who are the Wives of poor Industrious Tradesmen or distressed House-keepers, and who either from unavoidable Misfortunes or the Expences of maintaining large Families are reduced to real Want.”)*

*Capitalisation not mine!

Londoners: The World’s Most Boring Job

That’s the title of this pic that maggie jones. added to the Flickr pool. It was taken on Denman Street in Piccadilly Circus. Pretty boring, I’d say, especially if it’s an 8-hour gig.

The world's most boring job.

I think title of “Most Boring Job” in London could also be handed to the people who scrape chewing gum off of pavements, debt collectors or call centre employees.

Most boring  job in London… What do you think?

The Pig Who Lives on Bacon Street

Speaking of ROA, I thought I’d kick off the week with another awesome animal piece – created (ironically?) on Bacon Street, E1. (Isn’t he cute?)

ROA's Pig on Bacon Street

Bacon Street is one of those side streets off of Brick Lane – down the end near the bagel shops – a sticker-plastered, graffiti-painted, fashionably-grimy, market-chic little side street with a secondhand Sunday market selling everything from doll’s heads (bodies sold at a different stall down the aisle somewhere) to silverwear, trainers, tyres, electronic parts from 1942 and broken scooters.

Bacon Street & Bike

It’s got abandoned bicycles, chubby vendors soozing in lawn chairs outside of corner shops, bustling Brick Lane voices and street music in the backdrop and still, as always, the faint smell of South Asian spices. Here’s an old pic  from last summer of the sign at the Brick Lane end, also written in Bengali.

Bacon St.

Anyway, it’s called Bacon Street. Enough said.

Oranges and Lemons


Found in East London, this sign is reference to the old children’s nursery rhyme:

“Oranges and lemons” say the Bells of St. Clement’s
“You owe me five farthings” say the Bells of St. Martin’s
“When will you pay me?” say the Bells of Old Bailey
“When I grow rich” say the Bells of Shoreditch
“When will that be?” say the Bells of Stepney
“I do not know” say the Great Bells of Bow
“Here comes a Candle to light you to Bed
Here comes a Chopper to Chop off your Head
Chip chop chip chop – the Last Man’s Dead.”

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